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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My Lady Greensleeves in each 'copter, stone-faced, staring grimly alert at the prison below. They were ready for the breakout. By FREDERIK POHL their picket posts on the prison perimeter, a pilot and two bombardiers They stayed away. The helicopter men never faltered and never relaxed. The prison below them was washed with light—from the guard posts on the walls, from the cell blocks themselves, from the mobile lights of the guard squadrons surrounding the walls. was one of the many talents bred here! I was yet, but he would. That was his business. He was a captain of guards in Estates-General Correctional Institution—better known to This guard smelled trouble and it could be The girl lifted her head angrily and took a step forward. The block guard, Sodaro, growled warningly: "Watch it, auntie!" The block guard guffawed. "Wipe talk—that's what she was telling you attractive and young—not beyond hope, surely. Maybe she had got off to a wrong start, but the question was, would putting her in the block guard had to break up a fight between her and another wench, other one asked her to move along." He added virtuously: "The guard O'Leary stopped her. "That's enough! Three days in Block O!" It was the only thing to do—for her own sake as much as for his. He had managed, by strength of will, not to hear that she had omitted to say "sir" every time she spoke to him, but he couldn't keep it up are the true races of mankind." Putting it into law was only the legal enforcement of a demonstrable fact. "Evening, Cap'n." A bleary old inmate orderly stood up straight and job to keep busy. And it was a guard captain's job to notice when they didn't. There wasn't anything wrong with that job, he told himself. It was a perfectly good civil-service position—better than post-office clerk, not as good as Congressman, but a job you could be proud to hold. He was proud of it. It was right that he should be proud of it. He was civil-service born and bred, and naturally he was proud and content to do a good, clean civil-service job. If he had happened to be born a fig—a clerk , he corrected himself—if he had happened to be born a clerk, why, he would have been proud of that, too. There wasn't anything wrong with being a clerk—or a mechanic or a soldier, or even a laborer, for that matter. Good laborers were the salt of the Earth! They weren't smart, maybe, Of course, he wouldn't really want that kind of life, because he was Civil Service and not the kind to try to cross over class barriers that meant to be— "Evening, Cap'n." He nodded to the mechanic inmate who was, theoretically, in charge of maintaining the prison's car pool, just inside the gate. "Evening, Conan," he said. Conan, now—he was a big buck greaser and he would be there for the Civil Service or anything else. He knew his place. So why didn't this girl, this Sue-Ann Bradley, know hers? Block O in Estates-General Correctional Institution was the disciplinary block, and because of the green straitjackets its irritable guard, climbing the steel steps toward Block O from the floor "Owoo-o-o," screamed Sauer from one end of the cell block and The inside deck guard of Block O looked nervously at the outside deck guard. The outside guard looked impassively back—after all, he was on The inside guard muttered: "Wipe rats! They're getting on my nerves." The outside guard shrugged. !" The two guards turned to see what was coming in as company." He laughed coarsely and abandoned his charges to the Block O guards. "Let them in," the inside guard told him. "The others are riled up attention. The outside guard pulled the switch that turned on the could ignore the prisoners—they simply could not move fast enough, rule that, even in Block O, you didn't leave the tangler fields on all the time—only when the cell doors had to be opened or a prisoner's The guard guffawed and lifted her up by one shoulder. "Take it easy, However, he was wrong. Sue-Ann's shoulders were shaking, but not from They had spent so much time in prisons that it was sometimes hard even The inside guard finished putting the new prisoners away and turned off "Uh-uh." The outside guard shook his head. grinned at the guard, all but his water-moccasin eyes. "Don't you know !" yelled the inside guard. it. The crazy yowling of the hard-timers, Sauer and Flock, was getting miserably, trying to weep silently so as not to give the guards the Sauer and Flock still had enough spirit to struggle against the vicious "I smell trouble," said O'Leary to the warden. The warden, faintly relieved, faintly annoyed, scolded: "O'Leary, what O'Leary hesitated, frowning. How could you explain to the warden that The warden raised his hand. "Please, O'Leary, don't bother me about scalding heat. He leaned back, looking suddenly happier and much more assured. "O'Leary, you're a guard captain, right? And I'm your warden. You have your job, keeping the inmates in line, and I have mine. Now your job is just as important as my job," he said piously. " Everybody's job is just as important as everybody else's, right? But we have to stick to "Excuse the expression, O'Leary," the warden said anxiously. "I mean, after all, 'Specialization is the goal of civilization,' right?" He was a great man for platitudes, was Warden Schluckebier. " You know you "Handle it, then!" snapped the warden, irritated at last. Because five minutes before, he was in his cell, with the rest of the The outside guard bellowed: "Okay, okay. Take ten!" actuated the tangler fields on the floors of the cells. The prison "Rest period" it was called—in the rule book. The inmates had a less lovely term for it. At the guard's yell, the inmates jumped to their feet. The guard peered genially into her cell. "You're okay, auntie." She proudly ignored him as he slogged deliberately away on his rounds. He didn't have to untie her and practically stand over her while she attended to various personal matters, as he did with the male prisoners. It was not much to be grateful for, but Sue-Ann Bradley was grateful. At least she didn't have to live quite like a fig—like an Across the hall, the guard was saying irritably: "What the hell's The guard looked at him doubtfully. It could be a trick, maybe. "Ah, you wipes always got a pain in the gut." The guard lumbered around get all the way around Block O and the inmates complained like crazy if vain about it, even at times he had been known to boast of his ability to make the rounds in two minutes, every time. The guard turned, but not quickly enough. There was But it wasn't the tears that held the guard had been hidden during other rest periods, felt like raw acid. "All right," whispered Flock, "just walk out the door and you won't get the two bound deck guards. O'Leary said: "Warden, I told you I smelled trouble!" The warden lifted his head, glared, started feebly to speak, hesitated, The word spread out from the prison on seven-league boots. It snatched the city governor out of a friendly game of Seniority with his manager and their wives—and just when he was holding the struggled into their own airwac uniforms and headed for the briefing

<question>:
How did the Block O guards feel about their position?

<options>:
A that they could have far worse jobs if they quit
B that it was a fitting position for people like them
C that it wasn't worth it to stay in the job
D honored to be given that role

<answer>:

C