*major kneels and drops his pistol*

Seems I have no choice... You can save your ammunition, I ain't some heroic idiot. 

Between than and getting shot in the armour plating in my uniform. You are quite safe. 

Major Augustus Autumn. Enclave. 
Post war US Army... Capital wasteland, DC.  
Service number....

I turn up, the one near the kitchen opens fire... Seemed to be off his head. 
Seemed to think I was a cop... Those have not existed since 2090.