The CIA had an opening for an assassin. As this was a highly classified position to fill, it involved a lot of testing and background checks before the applicants could even be considered for the position.
After sending some would-be assassins through the various background checks and training and testing, they finally narrowed the possible choices down to three male applicants.
The day came for the final test to see which man would get the job.
The CIA men in charge of the test took the first of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.
“We need to know that you will follow your orders, no matter what,” he was told.
“Inside this room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her.”
The man was visibly shocked. “You can’t be serious! I could never shoot my own wife.”
“In that case,” said the CIA man, “you are undoubtedly the wrong man for the job. Take your wife and go home.”
The second man is taken to the same door and handed a gun.
“We must know that you will follow instructions, no matter what,” 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 little shocked, but he took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes and then the door opened and the man came out with tears in his eyes.
“I tried but I just couldn’t pull the trigger and shoot my own wife. I guess I’m not the right man for the job.”
“Correct,” the CIA man replied. “You do not have what it takes. Take your wife and go home.”
The third and final applicant was led to the same door of the same room and given 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 shoot her.”
The third man took the gun, opened the door and went into the room.
Outside, the CIA man heard the gun start firing, one shot after another, six times. Then all hell broke loose in the room. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on walls.
This commotion went on for several minutes then all went quiet.
The door opened and there stood the third man. He wiped the sweat from his brow and said:
“You never told me the gun was loaded with blanks. So I had to beat her to death with the chair.”
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