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 three men, but only one position was available.
The day came for the final test to see which man 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 your
instructions no matter what the circumstances," they explained. "Inside this
room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her.
"The man got a shocked look on his face and said "You can't be serious! I could
never shoot my own wife!" "Well," says the CIA man, "You're definitely not the
right man for this job then."
So they bring the second man to the same door and hand 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 five
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 the hell home."
Now they're down to one man left to test. Again they lead him to the same door to the same room and hand him 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 wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her."
The third man took the gun and opened the door. Before the door even closed all
the way, the CIA man heard the gun start firing. One shot after another for 13
shots. Then all hell broke loose in the room.
They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. This went on for several minutes, then all went quiet. The door opened slowly, and there stood the third man. He wiped the sweat from his brow and said "You guys didn't tell me the gun was loaded with blanks! I had to beat the bitch to death with the chair!"
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