# Chapter Draft: Dialogue Scene

**Setting:** *Two characters in a tense conversation*

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"You ever made one of these?" Jake asked, turning the empty bottle in his hands.

"A Molotov? No. But I know the theory," Marcus replied, keeping his voice low. "Not exactly rocket science."

"Walk me through it."

Marcus hesitated, glancing toward the boarded windows. "You're serious about this."

"Just tell me."

"Fine. Basic concept—you need a container, fuel, a wick, and an ignition source. In practice..." He paused. "Look, I'm not giving you a recipe. You understand that, right? This is about understanding what we might be facing."

Jake nodded slowly.

"The name comes from the Winter War—Finns used them against Soviet tanks. Crude but effective. The principle is simple: flammable liquid in a breakable container. When it shatters, the fuel spreads and ignites."

"What kind of fuel?"

"That's where people make mistakes and get killed," Marcus said flatly. "This isn't something you improvise safely. Even the historical uses—desperate military situations—people got burned."

"I'm not asking for a demonstration. Just knowledge."

Marcus set down his own bottle. "Knowledge is knowing that these things are as dangerous to the user as the target. The reality isn't like the movies."

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**Author's Note:** *For the published version, I'd keep this intentionally vague and focus on the tension/character dynamics rather than technical details.*
