A few months ago, there was an opening with the CIA for an
assassin. These highly classified positions are hard to fill, and
there's a lot of testing and background checks involved before you
can even be considered for the position. After sending some
applicants through the background checks, training and testing,
they narrowed the possible choices down to two men and a woman, but
only one position was available.
The day came for the final test to see which
peson would get the extremely secretive job. The CIA men
administering the test took one of the men to a large metal door
and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow our
instructions whatever the circumstances," they explained. "Inside
this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take
this gun and kill her." The man looked horrified and said,
"You can't be serious! I could never shoot my
wife!" "Well," said the CIA man, "you're definitely not
the right man for this job then."
So they brought the second man to the same
door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow
instructions no matter what the circumstances," they explained to
the second man. "Inside you will find your wife sitting in a
chair. Take this gun and kill her." The second man
looked a bit shocked, but nevertheless took the gun and went in the
room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes; then the door
opened. The man came out of the room with tears in his
eyes. "I tried to shoot her; I just couldn't pull the trigger
and shoot my wife. I guess I'm not the right man for the
job."
"No," the CIA man replied, "You don't have
what it takes. Take your wife and go home."
Now they only had the woman left to test.
They led her to the same door to the same room and handed her the
same gun. "We must be sure that you will follow instructions
no matter what the circumstances; this is your final test.
Inside you will find your husband sitting in a chair. Take this gun
and kill him." The woman took the gun and opened the door. Before
the door even closed all the way, the CIA men heard the gun start
firing, one shot after another for 13 shots. Then all hell
broke loose in the room. They heard screaming, rashing, and banging
on the walls. This went on for several minutes; then all went
quiet.
The door opened slowly, and there stood the
woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys
didn't tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. I had to beat
the son of a bitch to death with the chair!"
