On a closer look the clearing was a puddle of gray liquid, like wet cement, spreading out into the surrounding jungle. "System should shut off automatically before the spill gets too much worse," T.R. said. He came back into the cabin, checking his phone. "Aaand the fucking cell towers are down." He called back to the pilot. "Get on the horn back to Sneeuwberg and make sure they are aware the slurry pipeline has been breached."