Smith was guided to the cells rather than escorted. The sound of footsteps echoing through the corridor. The gray, monotone theme was slowly becoming mundane and redundant to his eyes. His laser belt was removed including his weapon on the way to the cells. He saw Penny's figure hiding along the wall where he glared in her direction. Will was hiding underneath the table. Smith could tell because he saw his small hands peaking out from under the long table cloth. The doors opened automatically before him then he stepped forward into the cells block. The first cell with bars was slid open when he approached the door that read '1'. He was shoved into the cell across from him in a rather undignified way. Smith came to the bench then sat down and faced the door placing his hands on his lap.

He was waiting patiently for the children to make their escape. The Robot had to be faster than his old friend. The many times the Robot made him late for lift off were too many to count. And each time, it turned out the Robinsons waited a little bit longer for their return. A endearing characteristics of the Robinsons. From outside his cell, the Robot was wheeling his way down the corridor. The cameras were turning off as the children were hooked on to its back. The Robot wheeled faster in the direction of the empty corridor. Everyone was in the security headquarters discussing about how to best handle it in the right channels. The Robot turned around then back in the direction that he was going initially. The door to the facility opened. Will tossed the rounded item repeatedly in his hand then rubbed the top of it and threw it at the wall. The item hit the wall creating a explosion.

The red light lit up throughout the facility as the ground tremble making Smith look up. The loud, high pitch wail echoed through the sprawling base as another explosion rocked the facility that was partially his doing on the other end to provide distraction from giving chase after the small group. That was when he believed he was going to make it out with them despite the ominous announcement. Smith closed his eyes and generally seemed happy than he had been in days. When he sighed, it vanished once his eyes opened. Penelope and Will were going back to their family. Smith found himself missing his family, very dearly. He was going to face justice after many years avoiding being bars for good in space prison. He felt a certain peace wash over.

The door to the cell section opened letting in Bishop.

"You. . ." Bishop said. "You didn't come alone."

"I believe I did," Smith said.

"You sneaked in a child, and stole, and stole, and stole our property!" Bishop said.

"Now he isn't on your property, is he?" Smith asked, his arms folded.

"It is a machine!" Bishop said. "That is not the point."

"Robot left on his free will," Smith said.

"That robot is a machine," Bishop said.

"A machine that has just killed a lot of your co-workers," Smith reminded him. "am I right?" He lowered his head meeting his gaze with the tall, broad shouldered man standing at the cell to his door.

"They were fine officers," Bishop said.

"I believe there is a law about the freedom of sapient Robots on the Galactic Constitution," Smith said. "You threatened his family. You held him hostage. You purposely deactivated him. That is grounds for a life sentence. Letting him go meant freeing you up a very embarrassing, humiliating dressing down from your superiors."

"You must be very familiar to our laws," Bishop said. "If they knew so much about it, why did they not start the case?"

"I didn't tell the family about it because I felt I could fix it and that is what I did," Smith said. "Since he left willingly, you have no jurisdiction or incentive to go after him. If you were to jail me, it would be a case thrown out by the Galactic Courts. The Robot is fully capable of finding Galactic law enforcement to start the process. At best, I will get a acquittal if it didn't get thrown out. There might be some arcane laws that you could lean on to build your case but the computers would see right through it."

"You're bluffing," Bishop said.

"I gave him no reason to come back for me," Smith said. "Knowing them, they are going to come back and check up on me."

Bishop was sweating.

"And the chances of that not happening?" Bishop asked.

"Very slim," Smith said. "So the best thing I can do is offer my services to repair the damage done and turn into a officer rather than a wrongfully imprisoned man. What I was doing was picking up a dear friend of mine but got caught. I was rather sloppy back there." Smith cocked a brow up slightly tilting his head. "You must have some officers in need of good hands."

Bishop stood there unsure what to do in the middle of a two way street.