From Swordfish to Mercenary pt 2 - HEY, WHERE'D MY GUN GO!?

From Swordfish to Mercenary pt 2 - HEY, WHERE'D MY GUN GO!?

J approached the building and peered into it, dragging his broken leg along. And behold, the environment astonished him. Clanking metal, spinning discs, liquid flowing and people doing their work. Wait, PEOPLE!? J quickly stepped outside, only to see people dressed in odd-looking suits. I was then he realised that he stumbled into the territory of the "Fish suited people".

The people quickly spotted J, and mistook him for a sword due to the his ragged dressing and appearance. They pointed their weapons toward him, and their leader said:
"Surrender now, or we'll shoot!"
J reached for his knives, only to realised they had been confiscated at the Swordfish dungeons. So he made do with plan B: RUN!

Naturally, one with a broken leg would have trouble running, so J used his hands and ran upside down, with his hands. The only place he could run into, however, was the building, for the troops blocked any escape route outside.

"Running" around the building, he tried to find any place where he could hae a chance to escape, or at least hide. He went into a room, a very big room full of junk. Perhaps he could hide here. Leaping into a pile of junk, he saw a pair of gauntlets. They were long and thin, but slightly bigger than his own arms. He put his arms into them, and it quickly tightened until it was just right.

The dials and buttons on it were nothing like what he saw before, bringing out his curiosity. He played with the dial and pulled the trigger and flames came out of it, crimson flames that burned the rubbish surrounding it. This caught the attention of the troops. But this time, J didn't run. Instead, he pointed a gauntlet at him and turned the dial. A soldier remarked:"Hey, isn't this the prototype those scientists were babbling about?"
"You mean those gauntlets?" another soldier said.
"Yeah, wasn't it thrown away because it was to tight and hard to use?"
And before another soldier said anything, J pushed the trigger, with his thumb, shooting a barrage of small anchovy-shaped bullets.
"DUCK AND COVER!"
The troops rushed toward the nearest pile of junk they could find, as J kept shooting with his new found weapon. He propelled himself, rather clumsily, with the flamethrower function and dived toward the unknowing troops, after which he rained a massive bullet storm, reducing the troops to a bloody pile of mess. A few troops survived and called re-enforcements, only to have a blast of bullets plunging into their heads. Before the re-enforcements could arrive, J was already in the skies, propelling himself with the flamethrowers. He didn't even have to bother much with fuel, the gauntlets were partially powered by the sun's heat.

Of course, the flames couldn't last for a long time, especially since the sun was setting. And so, J landed somewhere in a forest near a town, where he collapsed out of pure exhaustion.