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

<passage>:
MONOPOLY By Vic Phillips and Scott Roberts Sheer efficiency and good management can make a monopoly grow into being. And once it grows, someone with a tyrant mind is going to try to use it as a weapon if he can— That was the first sign of animation he had displayed all day. "I am, but you're not," Hanson told him grimly. "Get your notes "One of these days the chief is going to have his glands catch up with him." Brian Hanson wondered dispassionately for a moment how his assistants He dismissed the whole business as he did everything else that did not He ignored the surface transport system and walked to his own that kept his body hard and resilient in spite of long hours spent in water running into his bath. Perfect timing. He was making that walk in precisely seven minutes, four and four-fifths seconds. He undressed and climbed into the tub, relaxing luxuriously in the exhilaration of irradiated water. He let all the problems of his work drift away, his mind was a peaceful blank. Then someone was hammering on his head. He struggled reluctantly battering thunder continued persistently. He swore and sat up. "What do you want?" There was no answer the hammering continued. grabbed a towel, wrapping it inadequately around him it didn't quite meet astern. He paddled wetly across the floor sounding like a flock of uniform. "Sorry, sir, but one of those rebels is loose in the Administration "Oh, I see, sir. No rebels, of course. Sorry to have disturbed you. Brian closed the door in puzzlement. What the devil had that flat-foot it should be, but the outline under the counterpane and the luxuriant mass of platinum-blond hair on the pillow was certainly no part of his regular routine. "Hello." The voice matched the calm alertness of a pair of deep-blue eyes. Brian just stared at her in numbed fascination. That was what the soon fix that. "All right, joke's over, you can beat it now." Brian slowly acquired a complexion suitable for painting fire plugs. struggling heroically to refrain from laughing and that didn't help his embrace of the bath and deliberately set his mind loose to wander in complete relaxation. A hammering thunder burst on the outer door. He sat up with a groan. "Lay off, you crazy apes!" he yelled furiously, but the pounding continued steadily. He struggled out of the bath, wrapped his damp bathrobe clammily around him and marched to the door with a seething mouth all set for a withering barrage, but he didn't get a chance. Four police constables and a sergeant swarmed into the room, shoving him "Rebel? You're crazy! That was just ... Pete said ... rebel? Did you say rebel?" "Yeah, I said rebel, an' where is she?" Brian had had about enough. "I'm not going anywhere to see anybody. arrested is your idea of a joke—" his voice to an appreciative whisper, "Gosh, chief, I didn't know you had it in you. How long have you been in with that bunch? Is that girl as good-looking as they say she is?" "There's nothing to give away, you fool!" Brian bellowed. "I don't know pass the word along." "Come here, you idiot!" Brian screamed after his erstwhile assistant. Brian retired to his cell bunk and clutched his aching head in frustrated fury. For the nineteenth time Brian Hanson strode to the door of his cell and rattled the bars. "Listen here, guard, you've got to take a message to McHague. You can't hold me here indefinitely." Brian's eyes almost popped out as he saw a gloved hand reach around Brian felt as though something had kicked him in the stomach. She was of himself, the fair-haired boy of Venus Consolidated, in his flapping bathrobe, leading a band of escaping rebels out of the company's best Brian's hands opened the complicated lock in a matter of seconds. They Brian felt as though his stomach had fallen down around his ankles corner. Brian and the rebels bundled into them and took away with a "What are we stopping here for?" Brian demanded. "We've got to get and that gave them the edge on Brian. They followed Crystal down into "Where the dickens are we?" Brian whispered hoarsely. "What do we do? Hide here?" keeps up to scare people with." "That's what you think," Crystal snapped. "McHague's legend got my father and he'll get all of us unless we run the whole company right "Well, what the dickens does he look like?" Brian asked doubtfully. Brian was startled at the icy hardness of her voice. crumbling, fallen in in some places and signs of new work where the rebels had cleared away the debris of years. Brian struggled into a zippered overall suit as they followed a gash in the wall of the cavern. Brian followed Crystal into the smaller "Wait a minute, how do we get out of here?" Brian demanded. "We're going to crash! That gap isn't wide enough!" The sides of the gap rushed in on the tips of the stubby wings. Brian the mountain while Brian struggled to get his internal economy back "Oh—I see," Brian said weakly and a few moments later he really did set in grim lines as she pulled the ship up in a screaming climb. Brian bitterly. "They've been killing people all over the planet. What do you think this revolution is about?" Brian almost got to his feet when another wild maneuver hurled him back slicing in close over the ship. Brian's eyes bulged as he saw a long "That's them," Crystal said with satisfaction. "How are the others "Look! They're hit!" Brian felt sick. white flowers of half a dozen parachutes blossoming around it. Brian "The dirty, murdering rats!" Brian's voice ripped out in a fury of "Into where?" Brian demanded. All he could see immediately ahead was of the mountain face. Brian yelped and cowered instinctively back. The A tall, lean man with bulbous eyes and a face like a startled horse, "Who was that crazy coot and what is this place?" Brian demanded. well as we do." "How come?" "Well, what do we do now? Just stand here? It looks like everybody's Brian suggested doubtfully. She looked at him steadily. "You sound like the only good rebel left. We can try it, anyway." around and jockeyed them into position—not a moment too soon. Half a dozen police showed in brief silhouette as they slipped cautiously into the cavern, guns ready, expecting resistance. They met a dead silence. A score or more followed them without any attempt at concealment. Then Brian and Crystal cut loose with the drives of the maneuver, fussing with the throttle till he had the fuel mixture adjusted to critical fineness. The beat of the stuttering exhaust seemed to catch up to the other and built to an aching pulsation. In Brian clambered out of the ship and glanced at the glowing points "It's time to check out," Brian shouted. "Run!" Brian shoved her and they plunged madly through the thick tangle joined the roaring rush of the slide. They were tumbled irresistibly downward, riding the edge of the slide for terrifying minutes till it stilled and left them bruised and shaken in a tangle of torn vegetation. slide. The dust was settling away. A flock of brilliant blue, gliding lizards barking in raucous terror, fled down the valley. Then they were gone and the primeval silence settled back into place. Brian and Crystal struggled painfully to solid ground. Crystal gazed "How did you do it?" "It's a matter of harmonics," Brian explained. "If you hit the right "Where are we heading for?" Brian grunted as he struggled along.

<question>:
Generally, which of the following best describes Brian's character?

<options>:
A Dutiful, oblivious, and practical
B Smart, kind hearted, and humorous
C Practical, humorous, and laid-back
D Dutiful, meek, and persistent

<answer>:

A