Cutter and OPEN
As much as he had enjoyed getting a few hours of solid sleep every night, without any interruptions, it didn't mean that he couldn't be startled easily, ever since he could remember he slept like a guard dog with one ear up all the time. And someone calling for help over the intercom wasn't something anyone could possibly sleep through.
Cutter never slept without his knives and, since moving in with Addie, not without clothes on so all he had to do was untangle from his girlfriend and her various blankets, grab his gun and pull his boots on before he could head out the door. Not before telling her to get a weapon and be safe. Not stay put, but be fucking safe.
Heading straight for the gates he plowed through panicked people, but most of them made sure to get out of his way. There were people, government people (which put them to the very top of his shit list) attacking their home. His home. And he intended to kill every last one of them if he had the chance.
There were people fighting everywhere when he arrived at the gate and in spite of the red hot anger shooting adrenaline through his veins he felt very calm and calculated, something he hadn't felt in such a long time. The rush of a real, good fight. And as his fist connected with the face of a man he recognized as one of the guards he had brawled with he couldn't help but grin. This was what he did best and he had no problem with this at all.