Rokuro watches from above, and in some ways through the truck, monitoring both Tech and the guard for the first sign of panic or movement. Every muscle coiled and ready to spring for the first sign of trouble.
For a too-long moment there is simply silence, and Rokuro wonders if the guard is about to alert his comrades to the presence of an enemy, but then he sees the guard move, sees Tech move, and the impromptu trap is set into motion.
The guard crouches down beside the truck, and before he can swivel his flash-light into the darkness receives Tech's rubber sole hard up the side of his head. Rokuro takes the opportunity to jump down at that moment, landing on the guard's back to keep him grounded-- and his bleeding face pressed firmly into the dirt so he can't scream.
He's not unconscious, not yet, but he's dazed and winded. Rokuro looks to Tech for their next move, both knees pressed against the guard's neck. If he keeps his weight there long enough the result will be unconsciousness, and then death.
What he's waiting for is Tech's go ahead to do one or the other.
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For a too-long moment there is simply silence, and Rokuro wonders if the guard is about to alert his comrades to the presence of an enemy, but then he sees the guard move, sees Tech move, and the impromptu trap is set into motion.
The guard crouches down beside the truck, and before he can swivel his flash-light into the darkness receives Tech's rubber sole hard up the side of his head. Rokuro takes the opportunity to jump down at that moment, landing on the guard's back to keep him grounded-- and his bleeding face pressed firmly into the dirt so he can't scream.
He's not unconscious, not yet, but he's dazed and winded. Rokuro looks to Tech for their next move, both knees pressed against the guard's neck. If he keeps his weight there long enough the result will be unconsciousness, and then death.
What he's waiting for is Tech's go ahead to do one or the other.