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

<passage>:
Brian Hanson looked disgustedly at Pete Brent, his lanky assistant. "I am, but you're not," Hanson told him grimly. "Get your notes straightened up. Run those centrifuge tests and set up the still so we can get at that vitamin count early in the morning." "Tomorrow morning? Aw, for gosh sakes, chief, why don't you take a day off sometime, or better yet, a night off. It'd do you good to relax. "Never mind Myrtle, just have that equipment set up for the morning. Good night." He strode out of the huge laboratory, but his mind was still on the vitamin research they had been conducting, he barely heard the remarks that followed him. "One of these days the chief is going to have his glands catch up with Brian Hanson wondered dispassionately for a moment how his assistants could fail to be as absorbed as he was by the work they were doing, then he let it go as he stepped outside the research building. He paused and let his eyes lift to the buildings that surrounded the alone, he let his only known emotion sweep through him, pride. He had an important role in the building of this great new city. As head of the Venus Consolidated Research Organization, he was in large part responsible for the prosperity of this vigorous, young world. Venus apartment. This walk was part of a regular routine of physical exercise the laboratory. As he opened the door of his apartment he heard the in precisely seven minutes, four and four-fifths seconds. He undressed awake. It was the door that was being attacked, not his head. The Brian closed the door in puzzlement. What the devil had that flat-foot open door of his bedroom he could see his bed neatly turned down as 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 policeman had meant with his insinuating smirk. The girl swung her legs out of bed and Brian blinked dressed. The snug, zippered overall suit she wore did nothing to conceal the fact that she was a female. He wrapped his bathrobe "Well, what do you think?" he burst out angrily. "I'm going to finish my bath and I'd suggest you go down to the laboratory and hold hands with Pete. He'd appreciate it." He got the impression that the girl was struggling heroically to refrain from laughing and that didn't help his a gun with him or something. And Pete Brent. He thought with grim satisfaction of the unending extra work that was going to occur around the laboratory from now on. He sank back into the soothing liquid embrace of the bath and deliberately set his mind loose to wander in complete relaxation. "Where is she?" the sergeant demanded. "Quit stallin', bud. You know who. That female rebel who was in here." "Rebel? You're crazy! That was just ... Pete said ... rebel? Did you say rebel?" "Yeah, I said rebel, an' where is she?" "She ... why ... why ... she left, of course. You don't think I was going to have women running around in here, do you?" "She wuz in his bed when I seen her, sarge," one of the guards contributed. "But she ain't there now." "You don't think that I—" "Listen, bud, we don't do the thinkin' around here. You come on along Brian had had about enough. "I'm not going anywhere to see anybody. Brian Hanson, Chief of Research for Venus Consolidated, as dignified as possible in a damp bathrobe, glared out through the bars at a slightly bewildered Pete Brent. "Yes, you! If sending that damn blonde to my apartment and getting me arrested is your idea of a joke—" "But, my gosh, I didn't send anybody, chief. And this is no joke. That wasn't Myrtle, that was Crystal James, old man James' daughter. They're about the oldest family on Venus. Police have been after her panel last night. Communications been tied up all day." Pete lowered 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?" "Come here, you idiot!" Brian screamed after his erstwhile assistant. Brian retired to his cell bunk and clutched his aching head in For the nineteenth time Brian Hanson strode to the door of his cell and Brian's eyes almost popped out as he saw a gloved hand reach around silenced as he came around the end of the corridor. Someone was outside his cell door, a hooded figure which seemed, somehow, familiar. "What the devil are you doing here?" "Somebody by the name of Pete Brent tipped us off that you were in He could hear the girl struggling with the lock. Brian felt as though something had kicked him in the stomach. She was barred side door. Brian's hands opened the complicated lock in a matter of seconds. They brilliance as the floodlights snapped on. Brian faltered to a stop and Crystal James pushed past him. "We've got reinforcements down here," she said, then skidded to a halt. Two guards barred the street ahead of them. Brian felt as though his stomach had fallen down around his ankles He saw a sudden, convulsive movement from the girl. A black object He started after her. Two surface transport vehicles waited around the and that gave them the edge on Brian. They followed Crystal down into the garage's repair pit. She fumbled in the darkness a moment, then a darker patch showed as "Where the dickens are we?" Brian whispered hoarsely. "What do we do? Hide here?" "Well, what the dickens does he look like?" Brian asked doubtfully. Brian was startled at the icy hardness of her voice. Brian struggled into a zippered overall suit as they followed a twisting, tortuous course for half an hour, switching from one tunnel to another repeatedly until he had lost all conception of direction. Crystal James, at the controls, seemed to know exactly where they were going. The tunnel emerged in a huge cavern that gloomed darkly away in every Venusian atmospheric ships. Dim light spilled over them from a ragged gash in the wall of the cavern. Brian followed Crystal into the smaller of the two ships and the rest of the rebels manned the other. "Wait a minute, how do we get out of here?" Brian demanded. set in grim lines as she pulled the ship up in a screaming climb. Brian "The dirty, murdering rats!" Brian's voice ripped out in a fury of "Don't get excited," Crystal told him in a dead, flat voice. "That's just normal practice. If you'd stuck your nose out of your laboratory once in a while, you'd have heard of these things." "Into where?" Brian demanded. All he could see immediately ahead was of the mountain face. Brian yelped and cowered instinctively back. The "Who was that crazy coot and what is this place?" Brian demanded. "How come?" Brian suggested doubtfully. She looked at him steadily. 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 Brian grabbed her and shook her. Crystal screamed. "Brian! There's more police cutting in around the "It's time to check out," Brian shouted. in the cavern behind them. "Run!" Brian shoved her and they plunged madly through the thick tangle Crystal went down as the ground slipped from under her. Brian grabbed gone and the primeval silence settled back into place. Brian and Crystal struggled painfully to solid ground. Crystal gazed "How did you do it?" "Where are we heading for?" Brian grunted as he struggled along.

<question>:
Why was the woman in Brian’s apartment?

<options>:
A She was drawing his bath and cleaning his apartment.
B Pete set them up on a date.
C She was hiding from the police.
D She worked in his vitamin research lab.

<answer>:

C