<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Bridget could only nod in agreement to Vincent before the Krogan rushed past.  She fired several times into his back, and he finally slumped to the deck.  He was finally dead.  Seeing their comrade down, the others began to retreat.  They hadn't signed on for this, and weren't about to get killed over one crazy bitch.  They loaded up and took off, leaving dead bodies and an open access to space.<br/><br/>Bridget stood, then offered Vincent a hand to stand up.  They had to remain suited, and Bridget walked towards the open hole to space.  They'd fucked up her station bad.  She went to a wall and began entering commands, and a barrier went up.  Air began to enter the room, and after a minute it was safe to remove their helmets.  Bridget removed hers and her long, flowing hair cascaded down.  She looked at Vincent and said, "Good job.  Now we just have to get the prisoners sorted out."<br/><br/>Walking towards the general population, she opened the door and stepped in to a mess.  Some prisoners were dead, some even hemmoraging blood onto the deck.  Others were just injured, and would be ok.  Taking a cigarette, Bridget lit it and walked along, surveying the damage.  She finally came to the cells of the small group, and she sighed.  So much destruction.  She looked in and spotted Kira, and then at Abe and Casey and the others, before saying, "Who wants to do a little community service in exchange for a reduced sentence? I need bodies cleared and taken to the morgue."</span>