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Why women make better assassins

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Why women make better assassins:

The CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks, interviews, and testing were done, there were three finalists: two men and a woman. For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.
One of the agents said, "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. Then 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 as the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions: kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard one after another. They heard a mighty 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.
"The gun was loaded with blanks" she said. "I had to kill him with the chair."
 

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