Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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MACK REYNOLDS Joe Prantera called "Get?" he said. Joe Prantera said impatiently, "The the car's window ledge. "Who's it?" he growled. Joe Prantera said softly, "Big Louis sent me, Al." And he pressed the trigger. getaway. After I give it to this Howard Temple-Tracy guy, I gotta go on Joe eyed him in scorn. "Oh, you didn't, huh? What happens after I This here California. Everything different. Then his second thought was Something went wrong. Big Louis, he ain't going to like this. He brought his thinking to the "Mr. Prantera, this will probably be difficult for you to comprehend, some guy in stir?" "If I understand your idiom correctly, you mean prison. There are no prisons in this era, Mr. Prantera." Brett-James cleared his throat. "Mr. Prantera, there are no banks." "No banks! You gotta have banks!" "And no money to put in them. Joe Prantera looked at the other expressionlessly. Maybe the old duck Reston-Farrell. If I am not mistaken, you are Joseph Salviati-Prantera." Salviati happened to be Joe's mother's maiden name. But it was unlikely this city." where does he reside? Why, here in leaves the house all by hisself. O.K., so I can make plans, like, to give it to him." Joe Prantera wound it up much the same manner as the room's door had opened for Reston-Farrell. Joe Prantera scowled and said, "These ain't my clothes." "No, I am afraid not." Mr. Salviati-Prantera, that these are so quick—" "See here, Mr. Prantera," Brett-James upon a wide boulevard of what was obviously a populous city. And for a moment again, Joe Prantera "Try this, it's excellent cognac." Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally, flatly, "What's it all about?" The other put down the unaccepted "The motivation for crime has been removed, Mr. Prantera," Reston-Farrell The fear of police, of Al Rossi's vengeance, of the measures that might be taken by Big Louis on his failure, were now far away. "You mean, like, if I steal a car or something, they just take me to a doctor?" Joe Prantera was unbelieving. institution. Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy is the last man you will ever kill, Mr. Prantera." A chillness was in the belly of Joe Prantera. He said very slowly, very dangerously, "You guys figure on me getting caught, don't you?" "Well then, figure something else. You think I'm stupid?" "Mr. Prantera," Dr. Reston-Farrell Joe said coldly, "And what happens to you guys? How do you know I won't rat on you?" Warren, this is our guest from so far as Joe could see. He said gently, "I think it would be Mr. Joseph Prantera, wouldn't it? The maternal linage was almost universally ignored." His voice too gave the impression ... from yesteryear, Mr. Joseph Salviati-Prantera." the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy is a dangerous, atavistic, evil genius. We are Warren Brett-James said soothingly, "Prepare yourself for somewhat of a shock, Mr. Prantera. You are no longer in Los Angeles—" Brett-James grimaced in amusement. A.D. they would say." Joe Prantera looked from one of them to the other, scowling. "What are you guys talking about?" Warren Brett-James said softly, "Mr. Prantera, you are no longer in us, what will you do? Mr. Prantera, you do not even speak the language." Joe demanded, aghast. Dr. Reston-Farrell controlled the car. Joe Prantera sat in the seat next Joe Prantera had never been exposed to the concept of time travel. He had simply never associated with have." Joe Prantera's mind suddenly reverted to those last memories and his eyes narrowed dangerously. He felt you guys better let me in on what's this all about." Reston-Farrell said, "Mr. Prantera, we have brought you from your era to perform a task for us." "Like hell you do. You think I'm stupid? I never even seen you before." Joe Prantera came abruptly to his feet. "I'm gettin' outta here." For the second time, Reston-Farrell said, "Where would you go, Mr. Prantera?" Joe glared at him. Then sat down again, as abruptly as he'd arisen. I know, Jessie, Tony, the Kid, Big Louis, everybody, they're dead. Even Big Louis." "Yes," Brett-James said, his voice soft. "They are all dead, Mr. Prantera. heavy-set, dour of countenance man seated at a desk. He looked into Joe Prantera's face, scowled and said something. Joe said, "Joseph Salviati-Prantera Joe Prantera's mind whirled its confusion. Finally he said, "What's this bit some guy." Mr. Prantera. You were ... you are, a professional assassin." "Hey, wait a minute, now." "That is why we brought you here, to interview Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy." The other's shaggy eyebrows rose. about you wanting me to give it to probably have caused small dismay to society." They had him pegged all right. Joe knows the ropes these days." Brett-James said, "Mr. Prantera, there are no professional assassins in this age, nor have there been for over "Well, then do it yourself." Joe Prantera's irritation over this whole complicated mess was growing. And already he was beginning to long for Tony and the others, for his favorite bar, for the lasagne down at Papa Giovanni's. Right now he could have welcomed a calling down at the hands of Big Louis. Reston-Farrell had come to his feet and walked to one of the large room's said, "We have tried, but it is simply not in us, Mr. Prantera." "You mean you're yella?" Joe snapped: "Everything you guys say sounds crazy. Let's start all over again." Lawrence." He turned his eyes to Joe. "Mr. Prantera, in your own era, did you ever consider the future?" Joe looked at him blankly. never dreamed of in your own era." "O.K., O.K.," Joe Prantera growled. "So everybody's got it made. What I wanta know is what's all this about "What's that suppose to mean?" Brett-James took up the ball again. "Mr. Prantera, have you ever heard of Caesar?" Joe Prantera scowled at him emptily. "Or, more likely, of Napoleon, Hitler, Stalin?" Joe growled. "I ain't stupid." The other nodded. "Such men are drive to power which exceeds by far the ambitions of the average man. They are genii in their way, Mr. Prantera, genii of evil. Such a genius of Joe snorted. "So you got a guy what's a little ambitious, like, eh? And you guys ain't got the guts to give it to would have been forfeit, Mr. Prantera." Joe winced. It didn't occur to him to doubt their word. Reston-Farrell said, "As to reward, Mr. Prantera, we have already told Mr. Prantera. Time travel works but in one direction, with Joe Prantera had been rocking with the mental blows he had been assimilating, but this was the final Joe Prantera on a job was thorough. Careful, painstaking, competent. He spent the first three days of his

<question>:
Who is Big Louis?

<options>:
A Big Louis is Lawrence Reston-Farrell's boss.
B Big Louis is Al Rossi's boss.
C Big Louis is Warren Brett- James' boss.
D Big Louis is Joe Prantera's boss.

<answer>:

D