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After all of the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there were three finalists for the CIA assasin position â two men and one woman.
For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.
"We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances. Inside this room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. You have to kill her."
The first man said. "You canât be serious. I could never shoot my wife."
The agent replies, "Then youâre not the right man for this job."
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room.
All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the agent came out with tears in his eyes. "I tried, but I canât kill my wife."
The agent replies "You donât have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."
Finally, it was the womanâs turn. Only she was told to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room.
Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls.
After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman.
She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didnât tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. So I had to beat him to death with the chair."
For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.
"We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances. Inside this room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. You have to kill her."
The first man said. "You canât be serious. I could never shoot my wife."
The agent replies, "Then youâre not the right man for this job."
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room.
All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the agent came out with tears in his eyes. "I tried, but I canât kill my wife."
The agent replies "You donât have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."
Finally, it was the womanâs turn. Only she was told to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room.
Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls.
After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman.
She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didnât tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. So I had to beat him to death with the chair."
