Isaac held his breath as Alessa streaked through the tall grass, drawing the spotlights one by one until not a single lamp lingered on the statue Isaac was using for cover.
As the final spotlight spun to circle the second sculpture where Alessa was hiding, she gave him a tentative thumbs up from across the way. Now it was his turn.
As far as Isaac could tell, it seemed like the shots were coming from the roof of the building, which was maybe 200 yards away. Between here and there, besides the abundant grass, cover was scarce - just the occasional picnic table or cluster of trees. But it was dark, and the grass was thick, so if he just stayed low, he should be able to creep up to the building unseen.