Max had spent most of his time in the small camp just staring in front of him and trying to stop his hands from shaking. Now that all of his adrenaline had been used up he could barely stand. Back in the day fighting against the Enclave had been so much easier... His eyesight had been better, his reflexes much quicker... and he had walked the wastes with the best posse any man could hope to have. Now what did he have? Sore legs, aching back and a lot of experience.

The old man managed to get on his feet as the Brotherhood fellows arrived and listened to them cautiously before walking closer. He forced a little smile to his lips and straightened his back. "Well it's been a while since I've seen any of your lot out in the open. The name is Max Sawyer. Gave your lot a hand back West when I was younger." Max smirked as he still remembered the baffled look when he had handed the Vertibird plans to that Matt fellow, it was like the fellow hadn't believed that Max and his little ragtag bunch had it in them to lie their way in to a heavily guarded Enclave installation. "Though that was a long time ago... I hope you lot don't have an age restriction when hiring." He added.