The FBI had an opening for an assassin.
After all the background checks, interviews and testing were done, there were 3 finalists;
For the final test, the FBI 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 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're 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 5 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. Take your wife and go home.'
Finally, it was down to the last candidate. He was given the same
instructions, to kill his wife. He took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another.
Then they heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened
slowly and there stood the man, wiping the sweat from his brow.
'This gun is loaded with damn blanks!' he said. 'I had to beat her to death with the chair.'
After all the background checks, interviews and testing were done, there were 3 finalists;
For the final test, the FBI 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 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're 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 5 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. Take your wife and go home.'
Finally, it was down to the last candidate. He was given the same
instructions, to kill his wife. He took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another.
Then they heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened
slowly and there stood the man, wiping the sweat from his brow.
'This gun is loaded with damn blanks!' he said. 'I had to beat her to death with the chair.'
