At 10:49 am, Bertie Johnson stepped off the plane. It was a Boeing 747, small and private with hand-painted flames on the wings. Bertie was a rich man. He could afford private planes and linen blue suits and champagne on ice. He could afford the midnight-black convertible waiting for him on the runway of the airport, being driven by his own personal chauffeur. But Bertie had pushed his luck too far. Now, somebody else was waiting for him. High up in the ventilation system of the departure lounge, the man watching Bertie bent down and spoke into his wrist microphone: Target acquired.

Question: The man watching Bertie is hiding in the runway booth at the airport.
Options:
A. true, B. false, C. uncertain
Answer: "B"