Tech isn't under the truck for too much longer, crawling back out from beneath it even as Rokuro had made his landing on the guard, saving him the need to follow up on subduing the Sylphid. He looks at the ninja and then back towards the truck, listening. This situation has quickly been becoming less and less ideal.

He meets Rokuro's look briefly, looking down at the unfortunate guard, not wanting to risk moving him if he was still conscious. Leaving him would certainly raise alarm. Making him disappear would...still be suspicious, but so long as they left no trace, there'd be no proof of something amiss. After some brief deliberation, Tech nods at Rokuro, crouching to pick up the discarded flashlight. "We've worn out our welcome. Once he's out, we'll take him and go," he whispers, chin jutting towards the jungle's edge. "We must cover our tracks." And any blood, but that goes without saying.