Malcolm awoke, at about 6 in the morning. He put on an outfit identical to the one he had last night. As he walked out of his apartment, he just walked around the streets. He didn't have work today, since it was a Saturday, so he just roamed the streets. Since it was daytime, it was unlikely Crane would strike. He walked by the bank, and noticed something. The front spaces were empty. No one behind the glass, no lines, anything. "This can't be good." Malcolm muttered to himself. He pulled up his hood to where it covered his face, and walked in.He was immediately met by a shotgun aimed at his head, from his right. He looked over and down at the man who aimed the gun at him. He was wearing a ski mask. As he gazed around the room, he saw three other men in ski masks, holding hostages. One of them was demanding the codes for a vault in the back. Good. That meant it was just the four of them. He continued scanning the room, until he saw the alarm, on the other side of some glass.
Malcolm made his move. With surprising agility, the ex-marine grabbed the man's shotgun, twisted it with his bare hands, and hit him over the head with it, knocking him out. He tossed the shotgun aside, hitting another robber in the head before he even realized what was going on, and then picked up the first man. He tossed the robbed through the glass, his body hitting the alarm. Malcolm then rolled to a table and knocked it on it's side, using it for cover as the other two men, idiotically, turned and opened fire in his direction.