Episode 1:

“It is good for you to finally join us...” George entered the room as the head of the F.B.I. greeted him.
“Sorry it took me so long, I was busy conducting some final business.”
“Yes well...” the head agent stood up and pointed a long cane to a picture of the notorious Pirate, Chris, “From what we know, this is the leader. His name is Chris, but fortunate for him we do not know his surname, because of the use of fake I.D.'s...”
Even though it was only a picture of his face you could tell that he was suspicious. He wore a green bandanna with one black skull just above his brown eyes. One of the eyes was covered with a blue colored contact lens in the left eye. Only a bit of brown hair was falling out of the back of the bandanna. Another picture flashed on the screen, this time of a beautiful young girl, but the same age as Chris. She had long-short dark brown hair. The picture wasn't of the face but of the full body so not much else could be told about the character, apart from she wore what looked to be a Kimono and baggy jeans.
“We do not know her name but we know that she is the navigator and has a relationship with Chris.” he sighed as he sat down, “We also know that there is another crew member but we do not know the name nor do we have any known fact of his appearance. All we know is his occupation, and that is he is the insider. He keeps his identity secret so he can assist the rest of his team with the heists.”
A final picture flashed on the screen.
“And this...” George stood up, “Is the latest item they have stolen. The priceless ship known as the 'Firefly'. It can fly faster than a jet and uses no electrical energy. It flies using steam and water vapor it collects as it flies. When parked it can become completely invisible so it cannot be stolen. For them it was the perfect ship.” George felt his heart beginning to race as he sat down.
Someone burst in through the office door blurting at rocket speed. No-one could understand what she was saying, but they knew it was good.
“Try speaking slowly next time, Dory.”
“Sorry sir... He has been captured...”
“Who is he?” George turned his head to see her in the back of his eye.
“CHRIS!”
“What?” the entire office stood up in excitement, except George.
“Colin.” the head of the F.B.I. called to George as he turned back to face his rented boss, “If you could interview Chris.”
“Happy to!” George stood himself up and walked over to Dory, “Can you take me to him?”
“Of course, sir!” Dory seemed slightly attracted to George.
“Please don't call me sir...” George could tell that Dory was attracted to him, so he decided to flirt by stroking her cheek. But then his face became stern and he pulled his hand back down to his side.
Dory led George down a long hallway with many windows leading into different offices all with the blinds down. The color of the hallway then changed from a small tinge of blue, to a deep gray. This was a signal telling them both that they had entered the convicts center. Finally after a long five minute walk of complete silence, they stopped at the last door. Room 001, the room where Chris was.
Dory opened the door, “After you sir...”
“I told you not to call me sir...” George stepped inside with the same stern look expressed over his face.
“Ah, Agent Colin! If I'm not mistaken!” Chris smiled at the presence of George.
“I'll ask the questions here Chris.” George's face expression remained unchanged, “Where is the Firefly?”
“I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“You know exactly what I'm talking about.”
“I'm afraid you'll have to jog my memory...” Chris smiled as he leaned forward placing his folded arms on the table.
“Stop toying with my Chris...” George slammed his hands down on the table, “You know as well as I do what I'm talking about. It's the ship that you and the rest of the pirates stole!”
“No, sorry...” he shrugged.
“Then who is he? Who's the insider man?”
“What insider man?”
“This meeting is recorded.”
“It's barely considered a meeting if I'm trapped in this...place. Behind a metal door.”
George was sick of Chris toying with him so he stood up, turned around and left for the door.
“Kad uid uv rana xielgmo cu dryd ed muugc yc druikr oui'na hud ehjumjat. Pa rettah druikr.  Yht caht eh dra kiyntc!!”
This sentence stopped George for half a second. But then he left signaling the guards to enter with guns. Chris slid back again and unfolded his arms.
“Don't move Pirate!” one of the guards commanded.
“I'm afraid I cant take that order Captain.” Chris smiled, “Because I have to leave.”
He stood up and left for the door.
“Don't move PIRATE!” Chris froze at this comment. He knew that if he made another movement he would be shot.
He flicked his right hand back showing an exposed wrist. The guards let down their guns in confusion. This was their mistake. A ball popped out of Chris' wrist, as you can expect he caught it. Then there was an uncomfortable silence.
“What's going on sir?”
“Chris! What're you doing?” an ear piece was lodged in Chris' ear.
“It wont pop open...” Chris whispered back to is ear piece.
“Who's he talking to...”
A thought then sprung into the head guards mind, “This is on purpose...FIRE!”
“Shit...” Chris lifted his head and jumped to the ceiling as the guns fired at him.
“I'm coming Chris!” the ear piece yelled at him.
“No! I can handle this!” he fired himself off the ceiling and into one of the guards. But it was the one in the middle of the rest of the guards. This wasn't so good. But some luck came into Chris' favor. The pole popped into place and he was ready to fight.
He span his weapon blocking a few of the bullets, and avoiding the rest. He hit a few of the guards knocking them unconscious, but that wasn't enough and more guards kept continuing to enter.
“Alright you can come now!” Chris yelled.
“LOWER THE FIREFLY!!” a large yell could be heard from above the ceiling.
“YARG!!” the Firefly burst through the roof and a tall man in a balaclava holding to shotguns fired himself into the room. The tall man landed next to Chris and span as he fired his guns at the guards only knocking them unconscious because of the body armor. The shotgun shells wouldn't pierce the strong protective plates.
“ALRIGHT!! Perfect timing!!” Chris jumped up to the Firefly.
The head of the F.B.I. entered the room, “CHRIS!”
“LATER BRO!!” Chris saluted the the chief, and lowered his other hand as his feet grabbed onto a pipe connecting to the main engine. He pulled the guy in the balaclava upwards. He saluted too. Then shot the door shut.
The Firefly ascended into the distance before disappearing.
“Perfect timing, Beth!” Chris walked over to the captains wheel.
“No problem! Can I take a break now?” the girl shown on the photograph was driving the Firefly as Chris sat down, she then pushed past the man in the balaclava and onto the sofa in the middle of the ship.
“Was there really any reason for that mission?” the man in the balaclava took it off and it was seen to be George.
He had green eyes and olive skin. You could explain why Dory liked George. His blond hair had been dyed black and spiked up with unbreakable hair so he looked emo. But he wasn't really emo, he smiled too much. He wasn't really wearing any other clothing that's worth describing.
“Of course!” Beth replied sternly as she slumped herself on the sofa, “We were... It's because... Chris why did we do that mission?”
“So we could find out what the enemy knows about us!!”
“Then why did you have to get captured?” George leaned against the bathroom door.
The bathroom toilet was very unique and Chris liked the design a lot. It was just a hole... But it has a hole to stop the oxygen from inside the ship from escaping. When the toilet is about to be flushed an extra layer slips off plastic slips over the waste and the first layer of plastic opens and the waste is dropped.
The toilet paper used was biodegradable, so when that was dropped down there was really no trouble, upon hitting water it takes two minutes to melt into sand. But it's not sandpaper. Anyways, the waste just drops as the ship is flying, but it can never land, so that's how it works. The sink works by using some of the water vapor taken in by the ship, and toilet flushing works the same way. If there's no water vapor left in the engines, then they panic and throw a bottle of water at the jet.
“Well there are two reasons! The first reason is that we could get George out of the F.B.I. easier with the distraction that I caused.”
“Well we know that, it's obvious! What's the second reason?” Beth asked poking her head past the bulge in the wall where the toilet was.
“Because it's fun!!”
“You shouldn't play with girls hearts, George!!” Beth yelled at him.
“Well as Chris just said! 'It's Fun!'” at this comment, Beth hit him with her rapier that was taken from the holder above her head.
“Gah!” George stumbled upon being hit.
“So now that we know what our enemies are doing! Why don't we go see what our families are up to?” Chris suggested.
“Erm... Sure... I guess...” the rest of the group weren't as sure as Chris was.
They may have all looked over the age of 20, mainly because of the way they had aged during their travels. But all of them were around the age of 15. Chris was the oldest of them. George was the youngest even though he looked the oldest. But his family had a long reputation of maturing early.
“Alright George! I'll drop you off first!” Chris slowed down the Firefly to a stop as he passed over George's house. He dropped the anchor for George to climb down.
George stepped over to Chris, patted him on the shoulder and whispered something into his ear, “Good job on the mission. Hope you two have fun!”
“Year and a half yet!” Chris laughed as George opened the hatch leading to the anchor chain.
“What no under aged?” George lowered himself and then passed out the ship. Looking up he saw a hole which slowly closed and nothing else, “Weird...”
“What was he talking about?” Beth stepped up and to the cockpit/
“Nothing.” Chris smiled feeling giddy. He jumped as goosebumps passed down his body.
“What?” Beth sat down in the co-captain seat.
“Alright guys I'm down!!” George called from the intercom.
Chris turned a lever to pull up the anchor. As it disappeared into the Firefly, George entered his health.
“Knock, knock! I'm home!” he pulled the door open and stepped inside.
“Hello, Dennis! You're sounding really cheerful today! What's wrong with you?” George's mom was expecting George's dad to be home. George and the rest of the party had been gone for 6 months at that point.
“It's not dad!” George stepped into the kitchen where his mom was setting up dinner.
“George? Is that...?” his mom stepped up to George lifting her arms to take a look at George's face.
“It is... I'm sorry I've been gone for so long...”
George's mom pulled her hands down and began yelling, “WHERE THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU BEEN GEORGE TOBY?!”
“With Chris...”
“HAVEN'T I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HIM!! HE'S BAD NEWS!! WE ALL KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENED TO HIM!! JUST RECENTLY IT'S BEEN SAID ON THE NEWS THAT HE'S STOLE A MILITARY AIRCRAFT!” she turned around, “If you've been with Chris...” she turned back to George, “DOES THAT MEAN THAT YOU'VE BEEN A PIRATE?!”
“Sort of... I'm the one... That I'm the... Insider...” George bowed his head.
“I...am...so...PROUD OF YOU!!”
George lifted his head up, “What...?”
“I mean look at you! You've got a real job! You're bringing in money! Having the time of your live! AND! You've grown magnificently! I bet you attract all the ladies!” she tried to pull her arms around George, “You're so big that I cant even fit my arms around you! I'm so proud!”
“Oh-Kay...” George hugged his mom back.
“Careful!!”
“Sorry...” George released his grip a bit.
Back on the Firefly Chris was driving extra slowly so he had more time to spend with Beth. The auto pilot was set to Beth's house, so they both walked to the lounge/kitchen area, and sat on the sofa.
“So what're wanna do?” Chris asked Beth.
“I dunno...” they were both sitting in the same position. Their hands folded and placed on their lap. They knew what they both wanted to do, but non of them wanted to say anything.
“Erm...”
“Err...”
Chris shuffled a bit closer to Beth. Beth began feeling uncomfortable, but still she shuffled further towards Chris. The two looked at each other and their faces moved closer they felt each others hearts begin to race. This was their first kiss! Together AND altogether!
“Destination has been reached!” the auto pilot bleeped as the anchor weighed down.
“Oh...” Beth stood up and opened the hatch leading down to the chain and then to the ground.