The very moment Max had been handled his weapons back Max had very casually reloaded his pistol and gave the leader of the Enclave a rather nasty look. "You are all the same. You are all the fuckin' same! Richardson, Horrigan, Eden..." He could have ended it right there, empty the whole magazine to the bastard's head and die as a hero, but... The bastard did not know who the old man was. There wouldn't be the fear effect needed to completely dull the Enclave's efforts.
Still his hands had moved on his own - despite the power armored soldiers around him the old man had drawn his gun and pointed it directly towards the Colonel's head. "I could kill you right here and now you filthy bastard, I've killed men a hundred times tougher than you." Max actually smiled. The yellow 13 in his back told no stories to anyone but himself, holding importance and both good memories as the bad ones. "I may be a fool for not pulling the trigger right here and now, but... I can be a hero later." He holstered the pistol grudgingly and tossed his massive knife to the Colonel's feet. "That knife right there belonged to one of your fancy Enclave fellows - an FEV mutant clad in power armor called Frank Horrigan. Back in the day I blew that bastard in half and took the fuckin' knife as a trophy. So mark my words, Colonel. Take a good care of that knife, because one day I'm going to come back to collect it." After those words Max allowed himself to be escorted to the rafts.
As the rafts were finally sent on their way Max just stood there, staring back at Liberty Island in silence, gripping the handle of his pistol.
