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

<passage>:
land. Svan was the leader making the final The OD nodded. "I'll have a blank log if this keeps up," he said. ready to lift as soon as they come back." enough, it was glowing red—might have been glowing for minutes. He "Set up a screen! Notify the delegation! Alert a landing party!" But even while he was giving orders, the warning light flickered suddenly Svan clicked off the listening-machine and turned around. The five others in the room looked apprehensive. "You see?" Svan repeated. "From The younger of the two women sighed. She might have been beautiful, in head. "Svan, I'm afraid," she said. "Who are we to decide if this Svan laughed harshly. " agreed. "Svan, what must we do?" Svan raised his hand, thoughtfully. "One moment. Ingra, do you still object?" The younger woman shrank back before the glare in his eyes. She looked around at the others, found them reluctant and uneasy, but visibly convinced by Svan. Svan eyed them, each in turn. There was a slow but unanimous gesture of "Good," said Svan. "Then we must act. The Council has told us that we An old man shifted restlessly. "But they are strong, Svan," he Svan nodded. "No. They will leave. But they will never get back to Svan shrugged. "The Council did not know what we would face. The Like the girl, the old man retreated before his eyes. His voice was dull. "What is your plan?" he asked. Svan smiled, and it was like a dark flame. He reached to a box at his He grinned triumphantly, looking from face to face. The grin faded uncertainly as he saw what was in their eyes—uncertainty, "We will let chance decide who is to do the work," he said angrily. "Is there anyone here who is afraid? There will be danger, I think...." No answer. Svan jerked his head. "Good," he said. "Ingra, bring me that left. She shook them out and handed the bowl to Svan, who was rapidly creasing the six fatal slips. He dropped them in the bowl, stirred it with his hand, offered it to the girl. "You first, Ingra," he said. She reached in mechanically, her eyes intent on his, took out a slip and held it without opening it. The bowl went the rounds, till Svan himself took the last. All eyes were on him. No one had looked at their Svan, too, had left his unopened. He sat at the table, facing them. find. It is almost dusk now. He can hide, surely, in the vegetation. from the sun to return—in forty hours the danger is removed." There was comprehension in their eyes, Svan saw ... but still that uncertainty. Impatiently, he crackled: "Look at the slips!" Though he had willed his eyes away from it, his fingers had rebelled. striving to detect if it was the fatal one. They had felt nothing.... Almost he was disappointed. Each of the others had looked in that same second. And each was looking up now, around at his neighbors. Svan waited impatiently for the chosen one to announce it—a second, ten seconds.... A traitor! his subconscious whispered. He stared at them in a new light, saw their Svan thought faster than ever before in his life. If there was a coward, it would do no good to unmask him. All were wavering, any might of a second, Svan had considered the evidence and reached his decision. In the palm of his hand, Svan held up the slip he had just marked in The six conspirators in Svan's old ground car moved slowly along the "Good," said Svan, observing them. "The delegation is still here. We He half turned in the broad front seat next to the driver, searching the faces of the others in the car. Which was the coward? he wondered. Ingra? Her aunt? One of the men? The right answer leaped up at him. They all are Not one of them understands what this means. They're afraid. He clamped his lips. "Go faster, Ingra," he ordered the girl who was driving. "Let's get this done with." She looked at him, and he was surprised to find compassion in her jungle that surrounded them. Svan noticed it was raining a little. The that followed its thunderous crash, a man's voice bellowed: "Halt!" The girl, Ingra, gasped something indistinguishable, slammed on the Svan spoke up. "We want to look at the Earth-ship," he said. He opened Svan stepped closer, his teeth bared in what passed for a smile. "It Confusion furrowed the guard's hairless brows, then was replaced by He strove instinctively to bring the clumsy rifle up, but Svan was the splintery logs of the road. The proton-rifle went flying, and Svan nails—Svan battered at the astonished man with every ounce of strength in his body. The guard was as big as Svan, but Svan had the initial lay unconscious, his skull a mass of gore at the back where Svan had Svan grunted as his fingers constricted brutally. Svan rose, panting, stared around. No one else was in sight, save the petrified five and the ground car. Svan glared at them contemptuously, jungle. Even while Svan watched the body began to sink. There would be Svan strode back to the car. "Hurry up," he gasped to the girl. "Now Lowry, stung, looked to see if the Exec was smiling, but found no Svan hesitated only a fraction of a second after the girl turned the the compartment, though Svan's hand emerged with only one. were wise to circle around. Now, you know what you must do?" Ingra nodded, while the others remained mute. "We must circle back Svan, listening, thought: , his mind echoed. He smiled. At least, they would Abruptly he swallowed, reminded of the bomb that was silently counting off the seconds. "Go ahead," he ordered. "I will wait here." "Svan." The girl, Ingra, leaned over to him. Impulsively she reached for him, kissed him. "Good luck to you, Svan," she said. "Good luck," repeated the others. Then silently the electric motor of Svan looked after them. The kiss had surprised him. What did it mean? Was it an error that the girl should die with the others? There was an instant of doubt in his steel-shackled mind, then it was driven away. Perhaps she was loyal, yet certainly she was weak. And since he could not know which was the one who had received the marked its own fierce rockets. Svan's mist-trained eyes spotted the circling Svan settled himself at the side of the road, waiting for his chance. He had perhaps three minutes to wait absently to the pouch in his wide belt, closed on the slip of paper. He turned it over without looking at it, wondering who had drawn the first cross, and been a coward. Ingra? One of the men? He became abruptly conscious of a commotion behind him. A ground car was racing along the road. He spun around and was caught in the glare Paralyzed, he heard the girl's voice. "Svan! They're coming! They found He stared unseeingly at the light. "Go away!" he croaked unbelievingly. Then his muscles jerked into action. The time was almost up—the bomb "Go away!" he shrieked, and turned to run. His fists clenched and callously to Lowry, who had just come up. "It won't last long, though. Lowry was staring at the huddled, mutilated form of Svan. He shuddered. They had it coming...." He paused thoughtfully, staring at a piece of slowly, displayed the other side. "Now what in the world would he be

<question>:
Why did Svan smile when he was getting ready to leave them?

<options>:
A He knew they would be safe, since he was doing the dangerous job
B He was glad the others were going to blow up soon
C He was excited to follow through with his plan
D He had feelings for Ingra

<answer>:

B