Except when you know the Cutters have every fragging asset on the street out looking for you, not to mention some unidentified corp with lines deep into the Star’s data fortress. That changes the situation pronto. Every fragging move turns into a brain-buster: Do the Cutters know I’ve got a tendency to hang in a certain kind of place? Does my Star personnel file mention I’ve had contacts with thus and so fixer? If the answer is "yes," forget it. Someone could be on the spot watching and waiting, ready to blow my brains out. Makes for one long fragging afternoon, omae.