As the others figured their own problems out, an eye passed through the contract line by line, each sentence being scrutinized for its potential to screw her over in a few years.  Demons love this kind of legalism where they'll follow the letter of the law but twist it with some kind of unfavorable interpretation, but at the same time, they'll also just outright lie.  Professor Perfection was certainly on the losing end of this contract in either case.

Did she have much chance to find a better offer, though?

Oh well, she could finagle her way out of this one when the time came.  She laid it out on the table, wrote it, and with a hidden mechanism drawing blood from her neck she sealed it in her own sanguine fluid.

[b]"We were finishing this contract."[/b]

She passed it off to him without much more thought given to it.  It'll just be another mine she'll have to walk around in a while.

[b]"Q, for your end of the deal, I will need you to act in the role of chauffer.  A waste of your undoubtedly fantastical capabilities, yes, but the only other option is for us to travel by road.  I doubt you want to sit in the car with me for weeks."

"I figure the safest plan would be the immediate destruction of the internet."[/b]

She let it hang in the air dramatically for some reason.  Even if she came across as devoid of emotion, she couldn't deny her love of dramaturgy.

[b]"Since my incarceration, the internet has spread to every corner of life, it seems.  Every other news bulletin, they mention websites - politicians are discussing matters of world policy on whatever Twitter is supposed to be.  Billionaires make their money that way.  If we were to disrupt the lifeline of modern society, we would only open up new opportunities.  Now, there's only one thing for us to do."

"We must visit the nearest library to learn about the internet's weak points."[/b]