Waypoint: Cache Quest Oregon by Shauna Rice-Schober[thriller] Read Free Book Online

quietly.
    “This way I can walk around and find the clue without being questioned.” Ben said, obviously proud of himself.
    “Should I get one?” Lacey asked, as she pulled something out of her purse.
    “If you want, but I can probably just find it real fast.” Lacey grabbed Ben’s chin.
    “Close your eyes.” She ordered, and then started applying some makeup to his eyes, and cheeks. “Okay now do this with your lips.” She opened her mouth widely; Ben obeyed and was slathered with lipstick.
    “Great.” He complained to himself as he looked in the mirror of her compact. “Well, at least no one will recognize me here.”
    “Okay so just remember the clue, it said 'In the words of The Great.’ Obviously they are referring to Shakespeare, so we just have to figure out exactly what that means.”
    “Well I will go to the exact spot, and I’m sure I’ll see something.” Ben slipped around the corner and headed in the direction that the GPS was pointing. He turned to his left and walked up some narrow stairs. No one seemed to notice him looking around, they were all nervous and rehearsing their lines, Ben couldn’t believe his disguise was working so well.
    He approached the top of the stairs, he could hear the sounds from the play getting louder and louder, he must be getting close. At the top of the stairs there was a small standing area bordered on one side with a brick wall and the other side a thick red curtain. Ben checked his GPS again, five feet through that red curtain was the spot he needed. He slowly approached it, then lifted the edge and peeked through. Bright lights blinded him momentarily; suddenly he could hear someone approaching from behind. He closed the curtain quickly and slipped the GPS unit back down the top of his dress.
    “They told us not to bring cell phones…shame, shame.” The man said as he motioned to the bulge in the top of Ben’s dress, then he looped his arm through Ben’s. Ben tried to step aside, but the man was not letting go, he hadn’t even looked at him, he was staring straight ahead. Ben tried to wiggle free. “Nervous are we?” The man asked with a hint of sarcasm. “Well, no time to throw up now.” The man said then took one step forward, Ben hadn’t moved, “Come now, that’s our cue!” He drug Ben through the curtain, the lights nearly blinded Ben as he fumbled outside of the curtain, he froze as the audience caught his eye. Somewhere in the distance he heard a man say,
    “But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors, most busy lest when I do it.”
    The man holding Ben’s arms squeezed his wrist slightly, and then nudged him gently. Ben not getting the hint just stood dumb founded. He turned slightly to see the person who had just spoke. Staring blankly at the man he said “Huh?”
    The audience started to whisper and giggle, then the man said “Most dear Miranda, won’t you please us with a word or two?” He looked at Ben suspiciously.
    Ben again just stood his mouth gaping, he turned to the audience, there must have been at least five hundred people staring wide-eyed at him. “Um,” he said in his normal voice then looked down realizing he was wearing a dress. “Oh” he said in a high pitched voice, “I’ve just been looking for thou, or thee…um…” he looked again at the audience then back at the man standing across from him. “I’ve come to see the…” he looked around the stage and saw a large chest sitting in the corner approximately where the GPS had indicated, thinking the clue could be in the chest he said, “the chest.” Ben pulled his arm free from the man who had forced him on stage and went toward the chest. The two men just stared at one another, totally bewildered, not knowing what to do; they just watched as Ben opened the prop and realized there was nothing in it.
    “Uh…O most dear mistress, the sun will set before I shall discharge what I must strive to do.” The man spoke again, trying to stick to the