"District Warden Wright." McNeill happily greeted his longtime friend and boss at the small wooden boat dock at the base of the Island on Thursday morning. The tall and lean Warden of all the local District prisons stepped off the ferry onto Alcatraz Island for one of his regular day visits.

"Warden McNeill," the District Warden jovially greeted, his muscular hand offered out in a gesture of good will and friendship.

As the friends shook hands with great smiles at finally seeing each other once again, they both looked out over the blue ocean of the San Francisco bay as the large ferry shut down its loudly humming engines. The extreme heat of summer finally seemed to be passing, the skies were clearer, the days were becoming shorter, and the sun's rays were feeling kinder on everyone around Alcatraz Island.

"How was the trip over Allen?" McNeill asked happily as he directed the District Warden off the wooden pier and up the rather steep hill towards the main cell house.

"Good, good my old friend. How is the prison running without me around? That young Elizabeth Oldin has caused much controversy for Alcatraz within the media. Wouldn't want to tarnish our reputation now would we?" Heaving his large body up the steep hill the man kept up with McNeill as well as an energetic child would.

"No need to worry about any of that Warden." McNeill smiled at the mention of the famous dark angel that had become of great use to him within the prison. "Elizabeth Oldin is no problem at all and believe me sir, one day soon she will regret the day she murdered her family. Would you care for a cup of coffee? Our secretary Natalie makes a fantastic brew."

Nodding his head as they reached the top of the hill and headed towards the front doors of the cell house, the District Warden commented on just how welcome a good cup of coffee would indeed be. He had been up since the crack of dawn and had already visited another prison earlier that morning.

McNeill found his secretary Natalie sitting happily behind her desk, filing out some papers and asked for a pot of coffee to be put on for the District Warden and himself.

With a polite nod of her head and a seductive flick of her long blonde hair over her shoulder, the pretty young woman sauntered past her boss and into the kitchen to prepare the coffee. She left a strong scent of alluring perfume lingering in the air behind her.

As Warden McNeill sat down at his desk, District Warden Wright happily sat on the other side in a comfortable chair. Waiting for their coffee they conversed about the newest upgrades that were scheduled for the prison and the lack of guards that wanted to work upon the Island.

It wasn't long at all until the conversation between the two men turned back to the subject of Elizabeth.

"I trust I am going to get to meet this dark angel of yours then McNeill," Warden Wright asked as he stirred two cubes of sugar into his strong cup of coffee. His eyes roamed out over the prison grounds that were starting to fill with inmates continuing with their days work after lunch.

"Of course Warden, after the main tour of the inside of the prison so you can indeed see for yourself that everything is up to standard, you will get to meet the famous dark angel of Alcatraz. The murderous Elizabeth Oldin herself. I must tell you, she is not at all like that picture that made her famous." As McNeill spoke the words almost seemed to bring about a sense of confidence to him. The woman that came into Alcatraz prison with her head held high and every ounce of her being willed with defiance was so very close to being completely broken. And it was all because of him.

The two men talked about how long it had been since they truly caught up together and vowed that tonight would be the night that they sat down for a meal and a good glass or four of fine wine.

"Well then, shall we head out into the prison?" Warden Wright asked as they finished their coffees and Natalie removed the tray, her smoldering eyes not for a second straying from Warden McNeill.

"Of course." Standing from his chair McNeill lead the District Warden out into the prison block. They walked with their heads held high through the several front gates that were covered in thick metal mesh and re-enforced with steel beams that would be near impenetrable without the keys and on into the cell house.

Starting from one end of the prison the two Warden's slowly walked through Alcatraz prison, discussing where the new upgrades should be. The hospital quickly becoming one of those areas when Miss Adams skillfully managed to corner the District Warden and politely demanded that she needed more supplies and better working conditions for her and her staff.

Stammering slightly, the District Warden agreed to the upgrades that were asked for and promised to get them happening as soon as he got back to the mainland later that night.

After checking that all the cells were indeed in order, no bricks being cracked and all the floors being re-enforced concrete, the District Warden followed McNeill into the dining hall and kitchen where they again checked all the walls, windows and floors for any cracks or holes that shouldn't be there. When completely happy that the prison was completely safe and up to standard, the two Warden's headed out into the prison grounds where the inmates were nearly ready to make their way back to their cells for the end of the day then on to dinner.

McNeill smiled almost maliciously as he looked out over the grounds and his piercing blue-gray eyes fell upon his dark angel who was moving a pile of large rocks out of the way along with a few other inmates. With a wave of his hand in the direction that they were to take, the Warden directed his friend to meet the infamous Elizabeth Oldin that he had heard so much about in the newspapers.

"Oldin," the Warden called once they were only a few feet away from the dark angel who was lugging a rather large boulder into a wheelbarrow.

Elizabeth didn't turn around as she was called but instead carried the rock the few extra steps and dropped it into the makeshift wheelbarrow for one of the men to move. Turning around slowly to face the two men coming towards her Elizabeth reached up with her right hand and wiped the sweat dripping from her brow with her forearm. A smear of dirt was left behind on her forehead. The short locks of dark hair that had begun to grow back bounced back as she brushed them away and hung prettily around her face.

"District Warden, this is Elizabeth Oldin," McNeill introduced his inmate as though she was a prize-winning child. His amusement clearly shining through as the District Warden looked Elizabeth over.

With his mouth hanging agape at the selection of bruises and cuts that still appeared to be no more than a week old across Elizabeth's body and face, the District Warden quietly whispered in shock and anger, "what on earth happened to her McNeill?"

Warden McNeill had become almost used to seeing Elizabeth bruised and bloody and was not quite prepared to have to answer this question from the District Warden. He watched as Elizabeth turned towards him, hands on her hips and an eyebrow cocked in amusement. The dark angel did not want to answer the question herself, knowing full well that it would cause her to bear a beating far worse than any so far, but all the same wanting to hear what McNeill was going to say about it.

Trying to gather his words the Warden stuttered slightly as he tried to make up a decent enough excuse. The various Wardens' had always overlooked beating when it came to the 'un-tamable' prisoners, especially in Alcatraz.

"Working in the yards sir, it's not easy work, accidents tend to happen every now and then. Not only that sir, but Ms. Oldin here likes to have a bit of a push when it comes to the other men around her, these inmates are here for a reason and if she is going to push them, she will get exactly what is coming to her. There's nothing that me or my guards can do once a single punch is thrown and there's nothing more to happen."

McNeill smiled to himself at the lie he had just concocted. Seeing Elizabeth's un-amused smile and the slight shake of her head at his actions, the Warden prompted that it might be time that they head back off into the prison.

"I want her back inside working in the kitchen or barbershop, this just won't do McNeill," the District Warden quietly warned McNeill as his eyes roamed over Elizabeth's extensive injuries. "Do you know what will happen if the media gets a hold of this McNeill? Alcatraz will be condemned and closed down forever and we just can't have that. This is the most feared prison ever, to have it closed down would be a disaster."

Warden Wright knew all too well what had actually happened to Elizabeth, but he wasn't about to let a Warden be fired for beating a prisoner that deserved it. It was a very quiet and well-kept secret between guards and Wardens that a difficult prisoner must be dealt with no matter what. Turning towards his friend, Wright said, "she needs to be put back onto indoor duties immediately."

McNeill looked from the District Warden to Elizabeth who seemed almost afraid of the idea of going back onto indoor duties, her beautiful bright green eyes were wide and the intense glare was completely washed away. Returning his attention to Wright, McNeill nodded his head and assured his friend that it would be done tomorrow.

As the two Warden's made their way back into the main cell block, Elizabeth couldn't believe what she had just heard. She was going to be stuck on indoor duties once again, because of something McNeill completely lied about to the District Warden.

Soon after they arrived back at the cell house, the loud bell rang out through the corridors signaling that it was time for the workers to return to their cells for count and then proceed on to the dining hall for dinner. Both the Warden's made their way up into the gun galleries to watch over the guards as the inmates filed into their cells and stood ready for count.

Like flawless clockwork the guards patrolled up and down the avenues in their perfectly pressed uniforms and shiny shoes, counting the prisoners and making sure they were all where they were supposed to be. The second count bell rang out, telling all in a universal language that the count was indeed correct and they could proceed on to eat their dinner.

"Magnificent McNeill. Absolutely magnificent the way these inmates cower in front of you. I dare say you will be next in line for District Warden when a placing opens up," Wright complimented his friend as they made their own way to the dining hall to watch over the prisoners.

With a smile McNeill nodded his head, but as they entered the dining hall, he was far more interested in something else. As he took up his usual post by the doors his blue-gray eyes found Elizabeth who was just sitting down to eat with her usual table. He knew there was a way that he could use this new work arrangement for Elizabeth to his advantage, he just needed to work out exactly how.

The District Warden worked his way around the room slowly, chatting to each of the guards who were watching over the inmates and even talking to a few of the prisoners, most of whom replied with nothing more than a scared nod of their heads. Making his way from guard to guard and table to table, the District Warden slowly made his way over to Elizabeth's table.

"Mrs. Elizabeth Oldin, the dark angel of Alcatraz," Wright said with a smile as he stood before Elizabeth's table, not quite knowing what to make of the woman sitting before him. Her bruises gleaming like beacons of her subordination and her glaring eyes outshining it completely with her strength.

Elizabeth slowly sat up straight and turned to look at the man, looking as though he had just disturbed her from something rather important. "Can I help you?" she asked without a hint of any emotion other than annoyance.

"Who could have thought that a skinny little woman like you..." shaking his head at the thought of a woman going on a rampage that Elizabeth was accused of the District Warden held back a laugh. She almost could have been the scrawniest woman he had ever seen, something in her bright green eyes however betrayed the helpless little woman façade that her scrawny little body and baggy clothes portrayed. "Who could have thought that a skinny little woman like you could kill your entire family?"

Sutton slowly looked across the table at Elizabeth with shock. He knew that she had done something terrible to be locked away in Alcatraz for these years, but never could he have imagined that she would have committed murder, and her own family of all people.

Looking down at her tray of food again and finishing the last bite of her bread roll, Elizabeth's bright green eyes found Suttons brown ones that almost seemed to be filled with pain. She shook her head slowly, instantly answering the unasked question laying between them and once again everything changed. With that one movement Sutton knew that Elizabeth wasn't guilty of her accused crimes and all the pain faded away. He was again a believer in the angel.

"You have a rather large band of followers out there Oldin, I would put money on all of them being criminals too though." It almost seemed like the District Warden was taunting her, hoping for a reaction that could answer the million dollar question, did she really do it?

Slowly standing to her feet, Elizabeth picked up her now empty tray in one hand and walked right up to the District Warden. Standing only centimeters away from him and standing as tall as she possibly could to show that she wasn't intimidated by him, just as she wasn't intimidated by McNeill.

Every guard in the room advanced and drew their firearms as they saw Elizabeth approach Warden Wright, knowing that if he were to be harmed by a prisoner while within the safe walls of Alcatraz, there would be no more Island prison in the San Francisco bay.

Elizabeth's bright green eyes glared deeply into the District Warden's as she took yet another step towards him, feeling the heat of his panic inspired sweat that wasn't at all showing on his face. The threat was nothing but silent, an unspoken secret that was passed between the two; there was nothing but vengeful hate pouring from Elizabeth's eyes as she stepped right up to the sweating man.

With silence befalling the room, Elizabeth turned and walked away from the District Warden, placing her tray upon the appropriate shelf and then making her way to the exit doors.

McNeill had an expression of deep amusement etched onto his face as Elizabeth walked towards him. Her bright green eyes still glaring maliciously at anyone who dared to meet her gaze. Letting her pass on by the Warden smiled quietly to himself. Elizabeth Oldin was indeed a lioness of great strength and prowess, and he was indeed going to be the one to tame her.