Red

Red: The lower levels, the Mix. This is where the steets come alive, where the party girls line the corners, where the skagmen do their biz in full view of the other citizens, where the wireheads and the pervos and the gutterpunks in black mingle uncomfortably with the suits and the execs, the freaks in their grown-weave body stockings, the skinheads, the industry punks, and every other style regardless of when it was popular or it was ever. It is a glinting-glistening-flashing-studded-neon-chrome-mirror-rhindstone-circo congomeration of humanity, swearing, shouting, shoving, sweating, and laughing down every side street and along every alley. The clubs, the bars, the porn shops, the punk food dives, the roach hotels, the cabares and cafes and coffins, all blazing with neon spraypaint and crawling the cracks in search of a few chyen.

Ned tore through them like they were empty, his legs mentally detached and pounding ever louder as his chest constricted with the effort. "C'mon fly-boy. Move your FRAGGING FEET." come the rasps between ragged breaths. It was all he could do to ignore the constant squabble in his head of encrypted SIC transmissions, undoubetedly transmitting his every movement with unnerving accuacy. The one repetative thought pounding louder in his head with each bound: "Make it to the sewers, get the SIC out tommorow, and were wiz. Just make it to the sewers…"

Rounding the corner and skidding to a hault to rip the cover off the mahole, he didn't even bother with the ladder; the top was off and he was falling before he could even give it a second though. Landing and rolling, the stink was nausating for only a moment before the fear took over and he is up and running... into the large form of a fully armored judge. The armor absorbs the impact like the Judge has his feet anchored to the ground. The last thing Ned heard as he looked up, and sighted down the long barrel of the Enforcer II is the low, heartless observation, "You have been Judged."

I sure you would.  How about this ending:
Ned swiftly grabbed the gun from the judge, turned it on him and unloaded the clip into his face.
I like that one much better.