Fang's commlink took up the disposable SIN without a real effort necessary, the commercial safeties were laughably easy to crack anyway, and they were meant to be possible to change afterall, if a comm exchanged hands permanently at some point. Still, to be able to do it unnoticeably and with a mere click of the mind in the trodes was another thing, but shadowrunners tended to follow a simple pattern in that.<br/><br/><em>Do or die.</em>There were dozens of little mistakes that could cost a runner his or her life. The good ones were the ones that were not too arrogant, and learned quickly avoiding the mistakes repeating, and who listened to pros that could tell them smart advice, taking them to heart and having the common sense to avoid the mistakes nobody deemed worth even mentioning anymore.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, as Fang was riding the bike along the street the advertisements tried to entice her with offers. Herbal remedies and trinkets for those curious in the occult. Accessories to suit her style based on past purchases. Her clothes and gear were not giving out RFID signals, but as long as her comm was not in hidden mode, little advertisements did occur. Mostly it appeared as a small reminder her filter was blocking the junk from popping up in her view.<br/><br/><em>Big Rhino</em>wasn't far, and it would be easy enough to reach there well ahead of schedule, but she had time in case she wanted to stop by somewhere else first. As far as being alarmed of a job awaiting, this one at least gave a breath to consider it rather than a 1 hour or less warning to rush to the scene. Nonetheless, the Augmented Reality listed up the traffic amounts of roads ahead, where the system worked at least, trying to guide her through the path easiest to take. Up until the edge of the Ork Underground. From there on, the signal went pretty much dead.