I’ve got a network, a good one: a couple of fixers, a fence or two, a decker, even a shadow doc. Or, more like it, I had one. Some of them I met through the Cutters, the others through the Star. And that means that one or another of the two "agencies" out to get me—the Cutters and my IrreleCorp—know about every single fragging one of them. I might get answers to the questions I ask, but is somebody paying the people giving me answers big cred to lie to me? The conclusion’s simple, no matter how much it sticks in my craw: I don’t have a network I can trust. Frag this paranoia drek, it’s bad for the health.