He examined the label on the bottle, but it was all Borealan script, what looked like claw marks arranged in patterns. She filled one of the giant gla...ses with the beverage, handing it to Miller who gave it an experimental sniff.“Smells like fruit punch,” he said, lifting it to his lips and taking a sip. It tasted pretty good. It didn’t pack much of a punch due to the low alcohol content, and it had a flavor that reminded him of red berries. He took another, longer draw from the glass as Kofe. He was getting angrier as the time slipped by. She was already three hours later and this was an important dinner. She had never been late before without calling to explain why. He tried to think if he had done anything to piss her off in the past couple of days that would cause her to do this to him. He walked to the phone and called several of her friends to ask if they had seen her. None of them admitted to seeing her that day. He continued to pace the floor.About eleven o'clock he decided. I stepped into the dining room and suggested that we leave. Sammi was drunk. She looked at Kate and said, “We have to go.”Kate was insistent that we stay, offering us her guest bedroom. I turned down the offer, but Sammi cut me off and said, “We’ll take it.” I was surprised, because in all the years I had known her, we had never guested at anyone’s house, ever.Sammi hiccuped. This was followed by a giggle and another hiccup and then another giggle.“I think you’re wasted,” I remarked from the. "Why?" both Miranda and Randell asked, stunned at the admission."They are the ones that orchestrated the attacks on us here in North America. It was payback," she stated, unemotionally."But what did you use?" Miranda asked. "I've never seen anything like that before." I used gravity bombs," Zandra told her. "They consist of two very strong gravity fields, one inside the other." Why two, and one inside the other?" Randell asked, not understanding."The outer field starts out at just over 350 feet.