<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Bridget walked quietly, ignoring the guard who seemed fixated on trying to earn a promotion through kissing ass.  Bridget didn't work that way, and would need to make an example of this one.  She hadn't worked her way up from nothing in the Black Hands just to start handing out promotions like lollipops to everyone who started kissing ass.  That's not how the Black Hands operate.  She used her PDA to pull up the guard's record, and wanted to just order her into an airlock.  The woman was psychotic, and probably wouldn't ever earn more than a paltry posting at best, running guns and keeping out of the way.  The fact that she was in Bridget's hair meant someone had decided either to reward her, or keep her as far away as possible.<br/><br/>The doors slid open before her and the two stepped onto the observation deck overseeing General Population.  From here, it was easy to spot the numerous gangs that seemed to frequent prisons.  Most were broken up by species, though a few were less discerning, preferring to get those who had particular talents.  Gangs were a problem because they were organized resistance, often working together for goals as simple as extra narcotics to trying to take over.  Being on a space station tended to quell the worst of it, but there was always a dangerous element that would seek freedom or die.  Those were the ones to watch.<br/><br/>Without stopping, Bridget walked across the transparent aluminum deck towards the far side, where the duty officer was stationed.  He immediately jumped up and saluted, "Good morning, Warden.  Anything I can do for you?"<br/><br/>Bridget dismissed him casually, "Just getting the logs for today.  Felt like doing it personally since I was already down here."<br/><br/>The sergeant nodded, "As you wish, ma'am.  No real problems yet, though last night we had two Quarians ambush a Turian.  Got two bodies in the morgue and the Turian's in supermax."<br/><br/>Bridget nodded, "Quarians aren't worth much anyway.  Migrant fleet doesn't have shit, and no one likes them.  Frees up two more cells."  She glanced over her shoulder at Leona, "Go round up a guard or two and introduce yourselves to the inmates.  I think they could use a good beating or two.  Just remember not to kill them... paperwork is a real bitch."</span>