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Tempus Simia
Chapter Three: Mysterious Call

"It's RON! Ron Stoppable, not buffoon!"
"So, wha…"
Some type of weird ancient Tibetan music filled the air. It didn't take long for Ron (or anyone else, for that matter) to realise that it was a ringtone.
Monkey Fist snatched a cellphone from his waist-belt.
"'Scuse me, I've got to take this one…"
Ron strained his ears to hear what was being said.
"Mimble-wimble-wimble…"
"I see… uhuh… ok."
He put the phone back in his belt.
"Fare-thee-well, Kim Possible, until we meet again. I have some… important business to attend to…"
With that, he jumped out the shattered window, his monkey minions by his side.
"OK, that was a 3.7 on the weirdness scale…"
"I know!" Ron dusted himself off. "He didn't even do anything, except shatter the window… though he did mention a prophecy… AND he got my name wrong, for, like, the first time!"
"Well… I've got loads of Latin homework to do, so… catch you later?"
"K…"
Ron watched his best friend jog off.

32) Translate the following words into English: caveat, emporium, maximus, veni, tempus, vici, simia?
Kim flipped through her Latin-English Dictionary.
Why, oh why did I take Latin again?
Because Ron did.
Beep beep beep-beep.
She turned to page 394.
Tempus…
Tempus: Time she scrawled into her notebook.
"You may unravel the very fabric of time!"
That voice… it echoed through her head, reverberating off the walls of her skull… it seemed so real… like a distant memory…
But Kim knew she had never heard anyone say that.
Beep beep beep-beep.
She flipped back to page 373.
Simia…
Simia: Monkey, she messily wrote.
"Time Monkey!"
This time, the voice sounded more familiar, like she had said it, or maybe Ron… but it had sounded feminine… perhaps Monique? But Kim knew neither her or Monique had ever uttered such words… or had they…
Beep beep beep-beep.
"Oh!"
She hadn't noticed the Kimmunicator beeping. She flipped the cover off and pressed a button.
"What's the sitch, Wade?"
Wade, a ten-year old African-American kid, appeared on the screen.
"You've got a hit on the site."
Wade was the kid who ran Kim's website. He also informed Kim of what she needed to know about her 'missions'.
"Now? Can't it wait 'till after I've finished my Latin homework?"
"It's quite urgent."
"Oh well, I'm on the last question anyway. What's the message?"
"'Meet me at Middleton Airport.'"
"That's all?"
"'Fraid so, Kim. They didn't list their name or any contact details…"
"I dunno… I'll bring my grappler, just in case…

"They have a Bueno Nacho at the airport? Ron would love this…"
Kim stood at the 'Bueno Nacho Middleton Express', waiting for her order.
"OK… one large chimerito to go, Miss Possible?"
"Yes… er… me amigo."
"Here you are… and have a muy bueno day!"

Having finished her chimerito, Kim got up to search for the person.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her hand.
"I trust you got my message?"
"Yeah…"
Kim stared at her.
She wore a completely black outfit with extreme similarity to her own mission outfit. Maybe someone who never got out of "Kim Style"? But the most striking similarity was her eyes… They looked just like hers…
"Hi, I'm Kim Po…"
"I know who you are. Now, come, here and now is not a safe place or time to talk."
"Wha…?"
"The walls have eyes…"