The way it ambles on its way is offensive, as if it hasn't just kidnapped a bunch of people. He raises his gun, grinding his back teeth together. But he can't bring himself to do it. There's a lot of mountain up here, and it could be going anywhere. He moves on, pushing his hair off his forehead. But the creature doesn't hurry up, or act in any way like it should. It doesn't even seem to be hiding. And it should. It bloody should. Alex is missing, and this thing doesn't give a toss.

He climbs on. The ground is more difficult, and he can't keep his gun level on the thing. At this rate, it'll be gone before he manages to get a shot off anyway. The frustration starts to boil over, and he can't take it any more. He stops. He can't shoot it in the back. But he can make it talk; he's Gene Hunt, he's good at that. So he scoops a rock up off the ground, doesn't have to aim, just lets it loose at the back of the thing's head.