 Which is the best description of Colonel Klett?
MUTINEER By ROBERT J. SHEA Raging , Trooper Lane hovered three thousand feet above Tammany Square. Old Mayor himself was going to hear about it. The humming paragrav-paks embedded beneath his shoulder blades held him motionless above Newyork's three administrative towers. Mayor's Palace. They keep Troopers in the Armory and teach them how to fight. They don't teach them about their own city, that they'll be fighting for. From seven years old up, Troopers have too much to learn about fighting. Two black paragrav-boats whirred along the translucent underside of Newyork's anti-missile force-shield, the Shell. Lane dropped lightly to the floor, inside the room, in battle-crouch. "Lashing police with his vibray," said the announcer, "Lane broke through the cordon surrounding Manhattan Armory. Tammany Hall has warned that this man is extremely dangerous. Citizens are cautioned to keep clear of him. A built-in electronic brain controls his reflexes—" "At ease with that jazz," said Lane, and a sheathed finger snapped out. Lane's mailed hand snapped open a pouch at his belt. The force-bomb "exploded"—swelled or inflated, really, but with the speed of a blast. It shaded the view from his window and re-entered the tower wall just below. Orange or green is the action. This is an embassy, if you know what that means." If you've never heard of diplomatic immunity, you'll suffer for your ignorance." "Force-screen. From Mars. He takes orders from Newyork." Gerri Kin said, "That's what the force-domes did. Anarchy." The rounded black hulls of the two police paragrav-boats were nosing toward the force-screen. A loudspeaker shouted into the room: "Come out of there, Lane, or we'll blast you out." Mars is millions of miles away, and you're right across the Square from the Mayor's suite." The police boats backed away slowly, then shot straight up, out of the line of vision. Far below, the long, gleaming barrel of a blaster cannon caught the dim light filtering down through Newyork's Shell. The cannon trundled into the Square on its olive-drab, box-shaped caterpillar mounting and took up a position equidistant from the bases of the three towers. There were white dot faces on the balcony that Gerri Kin had pointed out as the Mayor's suite. "Lane is holding the Martian Ambassador, Gerri Kin, hostage.
 He is sly and willing to accept authoritative responsibility
 He is ornery and a bit tempermental  He is sly and willing to accept authoritative responsibility  He is a liar and tricks Lane into helping him  He is paranoid and does not want to take risks