why womem make better assassins
Sept 13, 2014 20:36:20 GMT -5
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Post by onebentarrow on Sept 13, 2014 20:36:20 GMT -5
The CIA had an opening for one assassin. After all the background checks, interviews and testing were done, three finalists remained: two men and a woman.
For the final test, the CIA agent 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 the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill her.
The man said “You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife”.
The agent said, “Then you are not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home".
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, "I tried, but I can't kill my wife."
The agent said, “You don't have what it takes, so take your wife and go home."
Finally, it was the woman’s turn. She was given the same instructions: to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room.
Shots were heard one after another. There were incredibly loud noises - screaming, crashing, and banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman, wiping sweat from her brow.
What on earth happened?, asked the astonished CIA agent.
“The gun was loaded with blanks” she said. "I had to kill him with the chair.”
For the final test, the CIA agent 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 the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill her.
The man said “You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife”.
The agent said, “Then you are not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home".
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, "I tried, but I can't kill my wife."
The agent said, “You don't have what it takes, so take your wife and go home."
Finally, it was the woman’s turn. She was given the same instructions: to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room.
Shots were heard one after another. There were incredibly loud noises - screaming, crashing, and banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman, wiping sweat from her brow.
What on earth happened?, asked the astonished CIA agent.
“The gun was loaded with blanks” she said. "I had to kill him with the chair.”
