When the engine began turn over and the balloons of the airship began to fill, Max knew the gig was up. Smythe wasn't a fool, and he would easily put two and two together. 

"Look." Max began. "I don't have a lot of cash, but you can take it all if you forget that we were ever here."

"Is this about screwing over Hubert?" Smythe said with a smile. "Honestly, I wish I could pay you instead. Take care of yourself, Mr. Fischer." With that, the security guard walked away from the hanger, whistling a jaunty tune. Laughing to himself, Max hauled himself up the ladder of the Orion and onto the deck. 

"That... was surprisingly easy." Max said to Octavia once he reached the control room. "I think it's time we got out of here. What do you say?"