The CIA had an opening for a female assassin. With all the background checks, interviews and testing over there were left with three female finalists: An American, an English woman and a Jamaican.
For the final test, the CIA agents took the American to a room with a heavy metal door and handed her a gun. “We know that you must know that you will have to follow our instructions, no matter what the circumstances…. Inside this room you will find your husband sitting in a chair. You have to kill him.” The American said, “You can’t be serious. I could never shoot my husband!” The senior CIA agent responded, ‘Then you’re not the right woman for this job.’
The English woman was given the same instructions. She took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the English woman came out with tears in her eyes, ‘I tried, but I can’t kill my Old Man.”
The Agent replied, “You don’t have what it takes, take your husband and go home.”
Finally, it was the Jamaican’s turn, she took the gun and went into the room. Several shots were heard, one shot after another. Then they heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly. There stood the Jamaican. She wiped the sweat from her brow. “Lawd God! Oonu neva tell mi seh di gun was loaded wid blanks!’ ‘A beat mi haffi beat him to death wid di chair!”
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