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A few months ago, there was a job opening with the CIA for an assassin. These
highly classified positions are hard to fill. There's a lot of
testing and background checking involved before you can even be considered
for the
position.

After the background checks, training and testing, they narrowed the possible
choices down to two men and one
woman.

The day came for the final test to see which person would get the job. The
CIA men administering the test took the first man to a large metal door and
handed him a gun.

"We must know that you will follow your orders 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 was totally shocked. "You can't be serious!" He said. "I could never
shoot my own wife!"

"Well," said the CIA man,"You're definitely disqualified then."

So they bring the second man to the same door and hand him a gun. "We must
know that you will follow our orders 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 in tears. "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 home."

Now only the woman remains to test. Again they lead her to the same door to
the same room and hand her the same gun telling her, "We must be sure that
you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances. This is your
final test. Inside you will find your husband sitting in a chair. Take this
gun and kill him."

The woman took the gun and opened the door. Before the door even closed
all the way, she started firing. One shot after another for thirteen 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 woman. She wiped the sweat from
her brow and said, "The gun was loaded with blanks! So I beat him to death
with the chair!"



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