Page 2 of Charged By the Razorbacks

“They wouldn’t have dared...” she whispered under her breath.

The files opened.

And—yeah. They dared. They had turned what she had developed into their own horrific weapon systems. Her breath left her slower this time, more controlled, even as something inside her recoiled.

“They weren’t refining it,” she said quietly. “They broke it. And it is as unstable as fuck.”

Targeted neurological overload, tailored down to species, designed to push past recovery and into collapse.

Her jaw tightened hard enough to ache.

“That’s not evolution. It’s targeted shifter genocide,” she muttered. “Fucking bastards.”

Her fingers moved faster. Ripping it from their system like she could undo what they’d done just by taking it away. Because she would do that. She had to.

“They don’t get to keep this,” she said, quieter now, the words grounding her.

The progress bar climbed.

35%.

58%.

72%.

Her breathing stayed steady, but her body had shifted—weight angled slightly, shoulders loose, attention no longer just on the screen. Watching had just been escalated to action.

Her fingers slowed for half a second, then resumed without hesitation.

“Right on cue,” she murmured.

The door behind her locked with a heavy, final thunk. She didn’t look. Didn’t flinch.

The download hit 100%.

Complete.

She pulled the drive free and slid it back into her pocket in one clean motion before she rose to her feet.

Her body settled into readiness before her mind fully caught up.

Then she turned.

Panels along the walls opened with quiet precision, sliding back to reveal what Chimera had waiting for her. Hybrids. Four of them.

Her gaze tracked them immediately—movement, posture, balance, the way they held themselves.

More stable than the last batch.

Her lips flattened.

“Great,” she muttered. “You’re learning.”

A voice filtered through the room—calm, distant, detached.

“You came for the data.”

Tamsin huffed a breath. “Was it the breaking and entering that gave it away?”