Tom didn’t care. Troops didn’t much like magic or magicians. Such animosity—though fear played a part, too—was why they coined demeaning nicknames. Years of working with the specialists of the Army’s Thaumaturgic Corps had taught Tom that there were magicians who deserved both animosity and fear; Tom hadn’t worked with Hooter long enough to know if he was one of them. One thing was certain: troops especially didn’t like people—magicians or officers—who let them down. "It’s Dogmeat if you’re not doing your job."