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

<passage>:
almost ordinary-looking. As for the extraterrestrials—it was a free bar—they were merely amused, since to them all men were pathetically and irredeemably hideous. "Sorry, colleague," Gabe said lazily. "All my fault. You must let me hastily supplied by the management. "You must allow me to pay your cleaning bill," Gabe said, taking out Gabe studied the newcomer curiously. "So, it's you again?" around, of course," Gabriel added too quickly. "You do come in useful Gabe ran a hand through his thick blond hair. "Come on, have a drink "Who was that, Gabe?" the girl asked. suite, it seemed reasonably certain to the man in the gray suit, as he watched from the street, that his quarry would not go out again coin in a locker, into which he put most of his personal possessions, reserving only a sum of money. After setting the locker to respond to the letter combination years. The nondescript man hailed a cruising helicab. "Where to, fellow-man?" "Is there a good zarquil game in town?" "Of course. You'll need plenty of foliage, though." "I have sufficient funds. I also have a gun." It was a dark and rainy night in early fall. Gabe Lockard was in no To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto Otherwise, darkness surrounded the three of them. There were no public illuminators this far out—even in town the friend to me, Gabe?" "I don't know who he is," Gabe said almost merrily, "except that he's Dominic Bianchi is a retail milgot dealer.... Only he isn't a retail milgot dealer any more the poor fellow went bankrupt a couple of weeks ago, and now he isn't ... anything." casually, as a by-product of some larger scheme, and her appreciation held little gratitude. The fat man shook his head without rancor. "I have plenty of money, thank you, Mrs. Gabriel Lockard.... Come," he addressed her husband, "if you get up, I'll drive you home. I warn you, be more careful in the careful." When he was sure that his charge was safely tucked in for the night, the fat man checked his personal possessions. He then requested a taxi driver to take him to the nearest zarquil game. The driver accepted the commission phlegmatically. Perhaps he was more hardened than the others could call it that, for its own sake, and not for the futile hope it extended and which was its sole shred of claim to moral justification. Perhaps—and this was the most likely hypothesis—he just didn't care. Zarquil was extremely illegal, of course—so much so that there were otherwise the whole legal structure of society would collapse. Playing the game was fabulously expensive it had to be to make it all they wanted was to feather their own pockets with interstellar credits, so that they could return to Vinau and buy many slaves. For, on Vinau, bodies were of little account, and so to them Which was why they came to Terra to make profits—there has never been big money in musical chairs as such. after a period of years out of sheer boredom. Fortunately, because trade was more profitable than war, there had always been peace between Vinau and Terra, and, for that reason, Terra could not bar the entrance of apparently respectable citizens of a friendly planet. The taxi driver took the fat man to one of the rather seedy locales in which the zarquil games were usually found, for the Vinzz attempted to conduct their operations with as much unobtrusiveness as was possible. of the usual Vinoz set-up it was down-right shabby, the dim olive light hinting of squalor rather than forbidden pleasures. That was the trouble in these smaller towns—you ran greater risks of getting The Vinoz games were usually clean, because that paid off better, but, when profits were lacking, the Vinzz were capable of sliding off into darkside practices. Naturally the small-town houses were more likely to have trouble in making ends meet, because everybody in the parish knew everybody else far too well. The fat man wondered whether that had been his quarry's motive in coming to such desolate, off-trail places—hoping that eventually disaster would hit the one who pursued him. Somehow, such a plan seemed too logical for the man he was haunting. However, beggars could not be choosers. The fat man paid off the heli-driver and entered the zarquil house. "One?" the small green creature in the slightly frayed robe asked. two to come out to a place like this?" "I really think Gabriel to herself. "I had no idea of the kind of place it was going to be until he brought me here. The others were bad, but this is even worse. It almost seems as if he went around looking for trouble, doesn't it?" "It does indeed," the stranger agreed, coughing a little. It was growing colder and, on this world, the cities had no domes to protect them from the climate, because it was Earth and the air was breathable and it wasn't worth the trouble of fixing up. "But why do you do it? Gabriel?" She was growing a little frantic for a zarquil game. It would be one way of escaping Gabriel, but not, embarking on its long voyage to distant suns. She wished that somehow "If you're after Gabriel, planning to hurt him," she asked, "why then there's something about you that doesn't change." "Too bad he got married," the young man said. "I could have followed him for an eternity and he would never have been able to pick me out from the crowd. Too bad he got married anyway," he added, his voice less impersonal, "for your sake." known Gabriel, so long he must have known her. And she began to suspect supposed to play the game who hasn't passed a thorough medical examination. But in the places to which your husband has been leading me, they're often not too particular, as long as the player has plenty expensive—that's all. Bad landing for the guy who gets it, but then it was tough on me too, wasn't it?" "But how did you get into this ... pursuit?" she asked again. "And why cannot play." "Why not?" The emaciated young man began to put on his clothes. "You know why. Your body is worthless. And this is a reputable house." "But I have plenty of money." The young man coughed. The Vinzz shrugged. "I'll pay you twice the regular fee." The green one shook his head. "Regrettably, I do mean what I say. This game is really clean." "In a town like this?" "That is the reason we can afford to be honest." The Vinzz' tendrils long, but necessarily superficial acquaintance with the Vinzz. His with him. "We do a lot of business here," he said unnecessarily, for the whole set-up spelled wealth far beyond the dreams of the man, and he was by no means poor when it came to worldly goods. "Why don't you try another town where they're not so particular?" The young man smiled wryly. Just his luck to stumble on a sunny game. He never liked to risk following his quarry in the same configuration. he changing because of Gabriel, he wondered, or was he using his own "Why, that's three times the usual rate!" "The other will pay five times the usual rate." nor whom the police intended to capture easily. This might be a lucky break for me after all , the new tenant thought, too well. And I know you have that man's—the real Gabriel Gabe, why don't you...?" Sure , she thought, I'd keep going with you to farjeen houses and thrill-mills. "You wouldn't be able to get your old body back, though, would you?" she went on. "You don't know where it's gone, and neither, I suppose, does he?" "I don't want to know!" he spat. "I wouldn't want it if I could get

<question>:
Why does Gabe travel to seedy places?

<options>:
A so he can play more zarquil
B he thinks he can escape from his "bodyguard"
C it's what his wife is comfortable with
D it's the only places he can afford

<answer>:

B