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

<passage>:
"Irish!" Hathaway snapped that, his face lighting up. "Irish. The U.S. Cavalry it is!" His eyes darted over the machines. "Here. Help me. We'll stage everything on the most colossal raid of the century." Marnagan winced. "You breathing oxygen or whiskey?" marooned on the pirate's asteroid—their only "Get Gunther," the official orders read. It was to laugh! For Click and Irish were actor are you?" "That's a silly question." "You only have to do three things. Walk with your gun out in front of you, firing. That's number one. Number two is to clutch at your heart and fall down dead. Number three is to clutch at your side, fall down and twitch on the ground. Is that clear?" weapons a single gun and a news-reel camera. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that long in following, swearing loud words. Click remembered hanging on to the controls and keeping his words to himself until just now. "Everything's over with, Mr. Gunther. The Patrol is in the city now and Stars, asteroids revolved. Click grabbed Marnagan because he was the nearest thing, and held on. You came hunting for a space-raider and you ended up cradled in a slab-sized Irishman's arms, diving at a hunk of we're capturing your Base. Don't try to fight. We've a thousand men against your eighty-five." last. Two people were on it. The last I saw of them they were being pursued to the death by the Beasts. One of you escaped, it seemed." "Both. The other guy went after the Patrol." "Impossible!" what "I can't respect your opinion, Mr. Gunther." They both waited, thrust against the shipside and held by a hand of "Is this listening to each other's breathing hard in the earphones. The Patrol was coming! Across the Plaza, marching quietly and decisively, came the Patrol. Five hundred Patrolmen in one long, incredible line, carrying paralysis guns with them in their tight hands. he and Marnagan rattled of his office. He stared, hard. Gunther babbled like a child, his voice a shrill dagger in the air. this throwing a fit, still seated at his desk, unable to move because of his fragile, bony legs and their atrophied state. Some of the Patrol were killed. Hathaway chuckled again as he saw three of the Patrolmen clutch at their hearts, crumple, lie on the ground and twitch. God, what photography! camera. "Hold it!" cracked Hathaway's high voice. Marnagan froze. The camera whirred. "Low angle shot Interplanetary Patrolman emerges unscathed from asteroid crackup. Swell stuff. I'll get a raise for this!" They stood in the middle of a pocked, time-eroded meteor plain that Overhead, the sun poised was They stood and looked at one another. food . And then some way back to Earth." here somewhere, probably laughing his guts out at the job he did us. Oh, God, this would make great news-release stuff if we ever get back to Earth. I.P.'s Irish Marnagan, temporarily indisposed by a pirate It's irony clean through. That's probably why he planned the meteor and the crash this way." They stopped, together. that ?" They tried it. They scowled at each other. The same thing happened. ?" scene!" "Damn your damn camera!" yelled Marnagan. "They might come in!" "Use your gun." "Yeah. Sure. and Gunther and— "Which one will you be having?" asked Irish, casually. "A red one or a me a profile shot of the beasties and myself." Hathaway petted his camera reluctantly. "What in hell's the use? All "Then," retorted Marnagan, "we'll develop it for our own benefit while waitin' for the U.S. Cavalry to come riding over the hill to our rescue!" Hathaway snorted. "U.S. Cavalry." Marnagan raised his proton-gun dramatically. "Snap me this pose," he said. "I paid your salary to trot along, photographing, we hoped, negotiations betwixt me and these pixies." what's he do he builds an asteroid-base, and drags ships down. Space is lousy over long distances. So what's the best weapon, which wounds caused at the crackup. If they survive all that—the animals tend to them. It all looks like Nature was responsible. See how subtle his attack is? Looks like accidental death instead of murder, if the Patrol happens to land and finds us. No reason for undue investigation, then." "I don't see no Base around." impressions. Quick stuff. "Huh?" "What!" with nothing Marnagan shooting his gun at nothing Marnagan pretending to be happy in front of . it'll be me does the going." "Why not?" "Yes. Sure. Of course. I guess—" aside, you film-developing flea, and let an Irishman settle their except under an inch of porous metal plate. "Your express purpose on this voyage, Hathaway, is taking films to be used by the Patrol later for teaching Junior Patrolmen how to act in tough spots. First-hand education. Poke another spool of film in that contraption and give me profile a scan. This is lesson number seven: Daniel Walks Into The "Keep me in focus, lad." "All the way, Irish." "What do they say...? Oh, yeah. Action. Lights. Camera!" kill them." In that time we've got to trace those monsters to their source, Gunther's Base, fight our way in, and get fresh oxy-cannisters." Click attached his camera to his mid-belt. "Gunther probably thinks we're they never "Come back? How?" in them to a certain point . Psychologically they can both be seen and felt. We only want to " Irish. in malevolent anticipation about the two men. "This way, Irish. They come from this way! There's a focal point, a besides, Click, I like to look at them. They're pretty." Evidently the telepathic source lay there. They approached it warily. draw their attention, maybe get captured. Then, you show up with your gun...." "I haven't got one." "We'll chance it, then. You stick here until I see what's ahead. They gun up now. Oh, so it's you. I thought Gunther had finished you off. How'd you get past the animals?" audio, kept his receiving on. Marnagan, weaponless. One A tunnel curved, ending in light, and two men silhouetted in that yellow glare. Marnagan, backed against a wall, his helmet cracked, air hissing slowly out of it, his face turning blue. And the guard, a proton gun extended stiffly before him, also in a vac-suit. The guard acting." "What!" time! Double!" Ten minutes later, Marnagan and Hathaway, fresh tanks of oxygen on their backs, Marnagan in a fresh bulger and helmet, trussed the guard, They found themselves in a complete inner world short-handed of men. Gunther simply waited for specific cargo ships to rocket by, pulled them or knocked them down and swarmed over them for cargo. The animals served simply to insure against suspicion and the swarms of tourists that filled the void these days. Small fry weren't wanted. They were scared off. The telepathic sending station for the animals was a great bank of intricate, glittering machine, through which strips of colored film "What good would that do?" Hathaway gnawed his lip. "They wouldn't fool the engineers who created them, you nut." Marnagan exhaled disgustedly. "Ah, if only the U.S. Cavalry would come riding over the hill—"

<question>:
What is the relationship between the two main characters?

<options>:
A Patrolman and Bodyguard
B Patrolman and Filmmaker
C Filmmaker and Bodyguard
D Patrolman and Target

<answer>:

B