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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to courier duty, but this is an unusual mission." Retief sat relaxed and said nothing. Just before the silence grew Magnan leaned back, waiting for Retief's reaction. Retief drew "Is that all?" Retief said. "You've still got two fingers sticking up." "I'll carry it, sealed," Retief said. "That way nobody can sweat it out not misplaced." "This antiac conversion Retief opened the envelope Magnan handed him and looked at the tickets Retief stood up. "If I hurry, maybe I can catch the cartoon." snootful by takeoff." He went to the door. "No objection to my checking out a needler, is there?" Retief put down the heavy travel-battered suitcase and leaned on the Retief from the corner of his eye. Retief glanced at him. The clerk smiled pityingly. "It's my lunch hour," he said. "I'll be open in an hour." He held up a thumb nail, frowned at it. The clerk looked up and opened his mouth. Then he caught Retief's eye, Retief looked at him. Retief picked up his suitcase and walked away toward the glare sign Retief followed the signs, threaded his way through crowds, found a with a scarred jawline and small eyes was slouching there in a rumpled gray uniform. He put out a hand as Retief started past him. "Lessee your boarding pass," he muttered. Retief pulled a paper from an inside pocket, handed it over. The guard blinked at it. "Whassat?" "A gram confirming my space," Retief said. "Your boy on the counter says he's out to lunch." The guard crumpled the gram, dropped it on the floor and lounged back against the handrail. Retief put his suitcase carefully on the floor, took a step and drove a over the man and went up the gangway into the ship. "Up there." The boy jerked his head and hurried on. Retief made his way Retief put his bag down. He turned at a sound behind him. A tall, the open door, looking at Retief. Retief looked back. The florid man clamped his jaws together, turned to speak over his shoulder. "Somebody in the cabin. Get 'em out." He rolled a cold eye at Retief as he backed out of the room. A short, thick-necked man appeared. "What are you doing in Mr. Tony's room?" he barked. "Never mind! Clear out of here, fellow! You're keeping Mr. Tony waiting." "We'll see about you, mister." The man turned and went out. Retief glanced at Retief and went out. The thick-necked man returned. "All right, you. Out," he growled. "Or have I got to have you thrown out?" Retief rose and clamped the cigar between his teeth. He gripped a Retief turned to the baggage on the floor, tossed it into the hall. The "Mister, you must be—" "If you'll excuse me," Retief said, "I want to catch a nap." He flipped Retief looked up. A gaunt leathery-skinned man wearing white ducks, a stared at Retief. The thick-necked man edged past him, looked at Retief and snorted, "When you can spare the time from your other duties," Retief said, Two big men edged into the cabin, looking at Retief. Retief put his cigar in an ashtray, and swung his feet off the bunk. "You'd better be getting back to the bridge, Captain," Retief said. The thick-necked man and the Captain both shouted at once. The Captain's voice prevailed. "Close the door as you leave," Retief said. and with his thin red hair neatly parted, sat with a table of male passengers. He talked loudly and laughed frequently, casting occasional glances Retief's way. peered out from under a white chef's cap. "Givin' you the cold shoulder, heh, Mister?" "Looks like it, old-timer," Retief said. "Maybe I'd better go join the skipper. His party seems to be having all the fun." Retief ate slowly. Time always dragged on shipboard. Four days to Retief finished the steak, and the chef passed out the baked Alaska and end in Retief's coffee, looked at it, and dropped it on the tablecloth. The others came up, Mr. Tony trailing. grating voice. "What's your game, hick?" Retief looked at the coffee cup, picked it up. The thug squinted at Retief. "A wise hick," he began. Retief looked at Mr. Tony, still standing open-mouthed. "You can take your playmates away now, Tony," he said. "And don't bother to come around yourself. You're not funny enough." Mr. Tony found his voice. Retief heard the panel open beside him. Thick-neck lunged and Retief hit him square in the face, knocking him white-faced. "Put that away, you!" he yelled. "What kind of—" "Shut up," Mr. Tony said. "Put it away, Hoany. We'll fix this bum later." up. Retief watched as they carted the casualty from the dining room. "What has Mr. Tony got on the captain, Chip?" Retief asked. the cigar alight, then cleared away the dishes, poured out coffee and brandy. "Them Sweaties is what I don't like," he said. Retief looked at him questioningly. rubbery lookin' head. You can see the pulse beatin' when they get riled." "I've never had the pleasure," Retief said. out. Act like they was the Customs Patrol or somethin'." "Who's your friend, Captain?" Retief said. clicked toothed pincers under Retief's nose. "Last chance," Retief said. Skaw stood poised, open pincers an inch from Retief's eyes. "I told you he was brittle," Retief said. "Next time you invite pirates "Jesus, what did you do! They'll kill us!" the captain gasped, staring at the figure flopping on the floor. "Cart poor old Skaw back to his boat," Retief said. "Tell him to pass "He's dead." The captain stared at Retief. "We're all dead men," he "Maybe you got a point," the captain said, looking at Retief. "All they Sweaties. Runnin' some kind o' crooked racket." "You'd better take the captain's advice, Chip. There's no point in your getting involved in my problems." "That," Retief said, "would be a hard one to answer." IV Retief awoke at a tap on his door. then turned to Retief. "Mr. Tony give the captain a real hard time about old Skaw. The Retief sat up and reached for a cigar. Retief lit the cigar, reached under the mattress and took out a Retief nodded, opened the door and stepped into the cabin. The captain looked up from his desk, then jumped up. "What do you think you're doing, busting in here?" "Power Section, this is the captain," he said. Retief reached across "Let go my hand, buster," the captain snarled. Eyes on Retief's, he eased a drawer open with his left hand, reached in. Retief kneed the "You can't put it over, hick." "Tell him." the mike and looked up at Retief. Retief released the captain's wrist and turned to the door. going on. Bring me a pot of coffee every so often. I'm sitting up with a sick friend." Retief settled himself in a chair. The captain looked at Retief. He laughed, a short bark. Retief took out the needler and put it on the desk before him.

<question>:
How do you think Retief felt during his time on the ship?

<options>:
A Overwhelmed by bullies
B Fearful of what he would encounter once they landed
C Scared of what they had planned for him
D Annoyed by the grievance he was receiving.

<answer>:

D