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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past. Joe didn't know how they'd done it, and he didn't care. Joe was a course, and naturally doesn't care who hires it. Something house, see? He lets me know every Joe Prantera called Joe Prantera said impatiently, "The getaway. After I give it to this Howard Temple-Tracy guy, I gotta go on the run, don't I?" "I see." Brett-James cleared his Joe Prantera said softly, "Big Louis "We hadn't thought of the matter being handled in that manner." Joe eyed him in scorn. "Oh, you didn't, huh? What happens after I give it to this guy? I just sit around wrong, too. For the first time, Joe Prantera began to sense an alienness—a something that was awfully century ago." Joe had given up. Now he merely stared. untoward symptoms, possibly I could things you guys say don't stick together so good. Now, first place, where's this guy Temple-Tracy you want knocked off?" Reston-Farrell and Brett-James Joe couldn't figure out how he stood. For one thing, there should have been some kind of police guard. be of assistance." The other said, "Perhaps a bit of stimulant?" Joe said flatly, "I wanta lawyer." which seemed to be the prevailing where does he reside? Why, here in this city." "Well, that's handy, eh?" Joe scratched himself thoughtfully. "You got somebody can finger him for me?" you are Joseph Salviati-Prantera." Salviati happened to be Joe's mother's this character could have known that. States until the age of five and by that time he had a stepmother. "I wanta mouthpiece," Joe said Joe had been born in Naples and his mother had died in childbirth. His "Finger him?" "Look, before I can give it to this reasonably. "You gotta have a finger." Brett-James said, "Why not just go to Temple-Tracy's apartment and, ah, dispose of him?" "Jest walk in, eh? You think I'm flatly, "or let me outta here." Joe gingerly tried swinging his Temple-Tracy lives alone. He customarily receives visitors every afternoon, largely potential followers. He is attempting to recruit members to an organization he is forming. It Joe Prantera scowled and said, "These ain't my clothes." Joe was indignant. "Just like that, eh?" he said sarcastically. "Then what happens? How do I get out of the Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally, flatly, "What's it all about?" The other put down the unaccepted institution. Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy is the last man you will ever kill, Mr. Prantera." A chillness was in the belly of Joe Prantera. He said very slowly, very dangerously, "You guys figure on me The other was heavier and more at ease. They were both, Joe estimated, somewhere in their middle fifties. They both looked like docs. He Joe said coldly, "And what happens to you guys? How do you know I won't rat on you?" so far as Joe could see. He said gently, "I think it would be Mr. Joseph Prantera, wouldn't it? The maternal linage was almost universally heavy around with wunna these. Otherwise, The doctor said, "We explained the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy is a dangerous, atavistic, evil genius. We are afraid for our institutions if his plans molded to his order. Joe said, "I think maybe I'll take and then something else Joe didn't get. Whatever the something else Joe didn't allow himself to think of its means of delivery. He took up in excitement. Citizen Temple-Tracy is aware of this and finds his recruits among the young." "O.K., so this guy is dangerous. You want him knocked off before he Joe Prantera looked from one of them to the other, scowling. "What are you guys talking about?" Joe demanded, aghast. Dr. Reston-Farrell controlled the Joe Prantera had never been exposed to the concept of time travel. had been solved. The others were nervous, obviously repelled by the very conception of what they had planned. Inwardly, Joe was amused. Now that they had got in the clutch, the others were on the verge of chickening Joe Prantera's mind suddenly reverted to those last memories and his eyes narrowed dangerously. He felt out. He knew it wouldn't have they'd talk themselves into it again before the week was through. Besides, already Joe was beginning to feel the comfortable, pleasurable, to perform a task for us." Joe stared at him, and then at the other. He couldn't believe he was getting through to them. Or, at least, warm feeling that came to him on American, eh?" we have brought you from your era "That is correct." Joe said, "You guys know the kind of jobs I do?" "That is correct." want me to do a job for you." said, "Where would you go, Mr. Prantera?" Joe glared at him. Then sat down again, as abruptly as he'd arisen. "Let's start all over again. I got this to their speed in this era—whooshed him to the penthouse duplex occupied by Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy. There were two persons in the reception room but they left on Joe's heavy-set, dour of countenance man seated at a desk. He looked into Joe Prantera's face, scowled and said something. Joe said, "Joseph Salviati-Prantera to interview Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy." The other's shaggy eyebrows rose. "Indeed," he said. "In Amer-English?" Joe nodded. "Enter," the other said. side of the room. Joe walked through it and into what was obviously an office. Citizen Temple-Tracy sat at a desk. There was only one other chair in the room. Joe Prantera ignored it and remained standing. Citizen Temple-Tracy said, "What can I do for you?" Joe looked at him for a long, long moment. Then he reached down to probably have caused small dismay to society." They had him pegged all right. Joe said, "But why me? Why don't you Joe said softly, "You know what this here is?" Temple-Tracy stared at the weapon. "It's a handgun, circa, I would Joe said, very slowly, "Chief, in the line you're in these days you needa "Well, then do it yourself." Joe Prantera's irritation over this whole in some gutter with a lotta holes in you. What I'm doin', I'm askin' for a job. You need a good man knows how to handle wunna these, Chief." Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy complicated mess was growing. And taken much for them to cancel the eyed him appraisingly. "Perhaps," he Joe snapped: "Everything you guys say sounds crazy. Let's start all over again." Joe looked at him blankly. "In your day you were confronted never dreamed of in your own era." "O.K., O.K.," Joe Prantera growled. "So everybody's got it made. What I wanta know is what's all this about Caesar?" Joe Prantera scowled at him emptily. "Sure I heard of Hitler and Stalin," Joe growled. "I ain't stupid." The other nodded. "Such men are unique. They have a drive ... a beverage of the day. For Joe's taste Joe winced. It didn't occur to him to doubt their word. had been appointed to work with him. Joe didn't meet any of the others who belonged to the group which had taken the measures to Rossi. My finger, he works in Rossi's Brett-James evidently had something to do with the process that had enabled them to bring Joe from the

<question>:
Why does Joe call Citizen Temple-Tracy Chief?

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A Temple-Tracy is the Chief of Police.
B Temple-Tracy is the head of the Fire Department.
C Temple-Tracy is the head of the Time Travel Bureau.
D Joe wants Temple-Tracy to know Joe regards him as superior.

<answer>:

D