Jasper’s POV
The beam from the helicopter crawled over the side of the truck, spilling into our narrow hiding space. It caught the glint of the sweat on Hughes’s jaw and the pale oval of Scarlett’s face against my chest.
She tensed when the light touched her, like she thought it could burn.
I pressed my palm against the back of her head, tucking her closer, my eyes darting over the lot.
We had two options. Both bad.
Option one: make a run for the gate, hope Hughes could cut through the lock before they landed. But the open ground between here and there was at least twenty meters, plenty of time for whoever was inside that chopper to pick us off like game.
Option two: stay put, pray the truck’s shadow was enough to keep us invisible until they moved in closer, then hit them fast and
