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!"