Sean listened as the voice on the radio shifted from distorted and disguised to something far more identifiable -- male, entitled, and too smug by half. Whoever was on the other end was playing dumb; the smuggler didn't for one moment believe that this mysterious voice person hired the thief-girl but had nothing to do with the assault on Solar, nor was he quite buying the whole foreign male princeling business. Sean was, after all, a mechanic and a tinkerer -- voice modulators were a bit outside his field of expertise, true, but he knew that they could be pretty convincing at disguising people's voices, and this smelled of a false lead. Fake or not, however, there was one thing he had that was concrete and factual: the device in his hand. He looked it over a bit more in depth as the voice continued to rant and rave, making careful note of the design. If he could get it open, take a look at the components... he could probably determine the range and whether or not it was designed to signal-boost via the CCT tower. If it was, as Sean suspected, short range only...
"Again: don't know but very eager to find out." Sean spoke into the radio. "You talk big and tough, but I'm willing to bet it's all talk -- nothing but empty words. If you'd care to prove me wrong, though,why not come find me? I'll bet you're already running an ID on my voice, so I'll make it nice and easy for you: I'm Sean Acacia, and I really, really enjoy blowing shit up. Maybe I'll find your shit and blow some of it up, eh? Sounds like a good time from where I'm standing. Care to try me, rich boy?"
Yes, he was making himself a target, but it was probably the best option at this point for drawing out the anonymous troublemaker. Solar was probably already a known entity for this guy, and the police search for both Solar and himself was essentially public knowledge at this point. As long as Suna and Maena could avoid the spotlight then their group still had an advantage or two...