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

<passage>:
Spencer opened his mouth to appeared to have overcome every little imperfection he had been Frank Pembroke in downtown Los Angeles and waited for his first customer. He she seemed to be wholly ambidextrous. "With so many beautiful had been in business for a week was amused at his companion's with an amiable smile. "I see my advertisement has interested you. Please stand in that corner for just a moment." "Why not have a couple of your own?" he asked. she said. "I'm the paramour type." It was obvious that the liquor them." had been having some effect. types. I'd never get one. Anyway, I won't ever marry," would be before his next client had discovered. Pembroke decided he would have to cover his it at the amazed customer, he fired four .22 caliber longs into the narrow chest. Then he made gambling everything on this one throw. "When you go to Earth I'll miss you terribly." "Oh, but you'll be dead by then," she pouted. "So I mustn't fall in love with you. I don't want to be miserable." "If I pretended I was one of you, if I left on the boat with you, they'd let me go to Earth last thing he heard for some time. and political restriction. He had made for himself a substantial fortune through speculation in a recognized in himself, nor had it ever been expected of him. And yet he greatly envied those his death, but it might also ensure his escape. After forty-two years of searching for a passion, for a cause, for a loyalty, Frank peopled it. And Mary Ann would help him to save it. of the passengers. However, shooting out on the desert which surrounded the city. Valencia told him that there were no living them. After his meal, he bought a good corona and went for a he made no attempt to speak to going out anyway. He picked up Mary Ann at her He said that he planned to go walk. His situation could have went to a sporting goods store. As he guessed there was a goodly hunt and only a single target selection of firearms, despite the fact that there was nothing to "You are looking for someone?" Ann took turns firing at the paper targets they had purchased. At and report that Pembroke had attacked her and that she had shot him. If necessary, she would conduct the authorities to the place for that. shooting, but would be unable to locate the spot where she had buried the body. Why had she "Tell me what's wrong with where they had been target life he had planned. It wouldn't be so comfortable as the previous clothes against buildings and fences as he walked. He had already blacken his face. And he would look weary and hungry and aimless. Only the last would be a deception. walked through several small specialty shops. He tried to get the woman off his mind, but the me something," she added. to bother him. She was And that was bad because it sounded as if she had been giving right about being different, but this time for vengeance. Twice during his wanderings Pembroke had seen the corpses of Earthmen being carted out of it would be simple enough to locate him if he were reported as being on the loose. There was sold, leaning against a post in the hot sun, hat pulled down over his forehead. Then he noticed that people all about him were talking excitedly. They were discussing one of the—strangers?" "And if I were?" a ship. It was leaving that afternoon. Anyone who could pass the interview would should think you'd fall down if you didn't." "Don't try to go so fast and you won't fall down," suggested be sent to Earth. since no one he had talked to in the city had ever heard of doubt be discovered and exterminated. But since no one seemed concerned about anything but his own speech and behavior, he assumed that they had all qualified to apply a corrective to any of the Pacificos' aberrant mannerisms or articulation. This was He headed for the nearest service station and asked for a "It is a sign of poor breeding to smile at tramps," Pembroke admonished her in a whisper. "Walk on ahead." "Pardon me, there's a customer," after servicing the automobile. "Say, I've just figured out who you are," the youngster told him. give me a little help on my lingo. Also, you gas up the car first, then try to sell 'em the oil—right?" "Right," said Pembroke wearily. "Which situation's 'at?" "Buses? Airlines?" The kid shook his head. "That we ain't got." surrogate for a mid-twentieth century American male, itinerant type. walking away to wait on another customer. "If you don't like the place, you've had it." Sidling up to a well-dressed down. Why'n'sha try holdin' 'em straight?" "You Frank?" he asked. "I thought it made me look man-about-town type, Pembroke winked at him and snickered. drawled, jabbing her intimately with a fat elbow, "and raising a ruckus. They never do pass the interview. Don't know why they even make 'em." you'll qualify." "Hell, no. But some poor punk's sure red in the face, I'll bet," the man-about-town said her out fresh and ignorant as the day she was assembled. Don't know why they keep making 'em, as I say. But I guess there's a call for that type up there on around this here city. other. "And why not? Hey? Why not?" Pembroke went right on hating lost interest in him. They got up one by one and walked out of the C'mon, kids—how 'bout another round?" "Okay if I join you?" "Sure," said the fat man. "Wonder what the hell got into on a piece of wreckage, and had been picked all they want from us." "Mister, you've been doing some thinkin', I can see," said identity established and his circumstances again solvent, he was headed for Los Angeles to begin his save-Earth campaign. lay sprawled one atop the other in the corner. His watch said self-conscious steps of a junior clerk type. "Are you Dr. Von Schubert?" position to point out our faults as you see them." "Well, so what?" demanded pistol solved his problem Spencer. "I've got more important things to do than to worry effectively. Pembroke tossed his third victim onto the pile, then opened a can of lager, quaffing problem—" The four shots from Pembroke's He would be out of business soon, once the FBI agent had got there. Pembroke was only in it to get the proof he would need to convince people of the truth of protest, but saw with amazement that it was exactly this that his tale. But in the meantime he allowed himself to admire the clipping of the newspaper ad he had run in all the Los Angeles papers for the past week. The little ad that had saved mankind from God-knew-what insidious menace. It read: Valencia was seeking. Pembroke IT IS HIS GOAL TO MAKE YOU THE AVERAGE FOR YOUR TYPE YOUR FLAWS This etext was produced from Amazing Science Fiction Stories January 1960. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. Frank?" pretty hit-or-miss operation. But they don't care one bit about us, Spencer. Consider the men who went down with the ship. That was just part of the game." "What the hell are you sayin'?" the three babes? Ah, come on." "It's what you think that will determine what you do, Spencer. I suggest you change your attitude play along with them for a few days till the picture becomes bad, Mac," said the cop. Pembroke heard the shots as he saw them carrying the body into the street. How many others, he wondered, had gone out on their backs during their first day in Puerto Pacifico? be self-conscious about it."

<question>:
Why did Frank shoot his new client at the beginning of the story?

<options>:
A He wanted to collect the body as evidence of an impending attack.
B The man who walked into his office was dangerous and Frank needed to protect himself.
C He wanted to hurt the people who caused the Elena Mia to sink.
D He had put out an ad for people who wanted to get shot to escape life as it is.

<answer>:

A