You were looking around the Ninth Circle when you spotted a ghoul sitting in the corner, drinking heavily

You slowly approach him and he eyes you in annoyance before speaking, "What do you want, smoothskin?"

He hums in thought when you respond kindly to him,

"Finally, a human who knows their place and acknowledges the fact us ghouls aren't just mindless zombies... Say... Do you want to make some money?"

"I've got this list of people. Ghoul bigots. Real scum. I've only got four guys left on the list. Started with eleven. All of them hate Ghouls and treat us like we're zombies. They all deserve to die. But it has to be done with a head shot. Just like the old stories where zombies can only be killed that way. I'll give you 100 caps for each of them. If they die some other way, I'm only paying 25 though."

He looks at you, awaiting an answer as he sips from a bottle of vodka