Cross cringes as the device crunches under Konrad's shoe. There goes that lead...
He hops down from the cargo space of the van to stand beside Roth. "Well, no one's going to be following you now..." He eyes the Savage, trying to gauge how this set-back is impacting his partner's already black mood.
Not wanting to stare, he bends down and begins collecting the pieces. Maybe they can still extract some information from what's left of the tracker. When he's gathered it all up, he walks it over and sets it just inside the cargo space of the van before turning back to face Roth.
"So what now?" Cross is pretty sure he knows the answer: get the hell out of here without being followed, regroup, and meet with the Reeve. Nonetheless, he waits to see what Konrad has to say.