"It's central, convenient. I can walk to work in seven minutes."

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Walking beside Ray down the Main Street of a place that was not actually Disneyland, Benton raised a hand to interrupt his partner.

"Ray, wait. Let me just... recap. To be sure I have this quite straight."

It wasn't that he didn't believe Ray, it was just that... well, yes, Benton supposed he was having a hard time believing the story. But Ray often accepted things he found strange or difficult to believe, simply because it was Benton who told him of it. It was only fair to make the effort in return.

"She put the gun against your head and pulled the trigger, and some invisible... magic force stopped the bullet from exiting the barrel, lifted her into the air, flung her halfway across the park and dumped her in a fountain. And the reason she tried to kill you is that she believes that you are one of a number of robots, who appear indistinguishable from humans and are bent on the destruction of her entire race. And the other denizens of the park seem to hold the opinion that she should be forgiven the attempted murder because of these admittedly rather horrifying circumstances. Oh, what about there?"

He paused to peer through the window of an empty shop. It looked... more or less like all the others. Well.

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Fraser scratched the side of his nose.

"I have a friend," he said after a moment. "Another friend, whose name really is Ray Vecchio. Like this Ray, he is a police officer and a good man who has dedicated his life to protecting people and upholding the law. He has a large family, including a mother who loves him very much. And he also happens to have the same face as a Mob lieutenant and very dangerous man named Armando 'the Bookman' Langoustini. That's the reason I called Ray -this Ray- by his last name; he's been deep undercover, posing as the Bookman after the real Armando Langoustini was killed in a car accident, and Ray -this Ray, Ray Kowalski- has been posing as Ray Vecchio, to protect that cover."

Dief picked up his head again and looked over at Starbuck, as if to see how this logic would affect her. Benton, for his part, simply gave her a small smile.

"Ray Vecchio is nothing like Armando Langoustini in any way, save for his appearance, which is almost perfect. Isn't it possible, in all the billions of people that do or did exist that there might be someone with the same face who isn't that man... especially if he isn't a man at all, but a copy of a man?"

Benton still wasn't sure he was understanding that whole situation correctly.

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"Well, every other freaking person I met here did!" Ray exploded, aggrieved. "Okay, so you didn't ask for it. First good thing about you."

He'd tried not to wince as Vecchio got brought into it all. Honestly, the whole mess of undercover for an undercover operative had never made that much sense to Ray. (But honestly, he had never really expected his life to make sense.) Of more importance was the fact that, after living Ray Vecchio's life for all those months, he'd actually just met the guy and had kind of had to wonder if it had all been worth it at all. Not that this was anything he could say to Fraser, who he knew still looked on Vecchio as his best friend.