The turian didn't need more than three or four seconds to be across the room, over the desk, and disarming Bridget of both weapons before planting his own against her chest. As well-trained as he had become over his nearly twenty years of service and combat in various capacities, taking down a simple gang leader was nothing, no matter how clever she was. With another quick tap of his powerful omni-tool, the turian activated the lights in the room and stood over Bridget. "If you don't want to end up like Nash, you'd be smart to give up now. I may still have my uses for you."