The CIA had a vacancy for an assassin. After all background checks, interviews and tests had been completed there were three candidates left, two men and a woman. For the final test, the CIA agent took one of the men to a big, heavy, steel door and gave him a gun.
“We have to be sure that you can follow orders regardless of the circumstances”, he said. “Behind this door you will find your wife sitting on a chair. Kill her”.
“No, no,” said the man, “I could never shoot my wife”.
“Then you’re not the right man for the job”, said the agent.
The second male candidate was given the same test. He took the gun and entered the room. Everything was quiet for five minutes, and then the man came out with tears in his eyes.
“I tried” he said, “but I just couldn’t kill my wife”.
“You don’t have what it takes to be join the CIA”, said the agent. “You and your wife can go home”.
Finally, it was the woman’s turn. She got the same instructions – to kill her husband.
She took the gun and entered the room.
Shots were heard, one after the other, then there was screaming, followed by banging, clattering and thumps against the walls.
After a few minutes, everything went quiet. The door opened slowly and the woman emerged. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said –
“That darned gun was loaded with blanks so I had to beat him to death with the chair!”