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Brett sighed and looked down at the folder in his hand.“Your name is Peter, right?”“Lawyer.”“Peter, we haven’t even started talking. Let’s just take a minute to ease up.”“Lawyer.”“Bud, we haven’t charged you with a crime. This is just talking.”“Law. Yer.” Goddamn. (Brett's encounters with Team Red/vigilantes and their weird fucking way of helping)