Shark in the Knapsack?

Getting ready for work this morning, pulled my badge out of its pocket in RedBook’s house, as usual, and went about my business. At the badge reader, I grabbed the badge, only to discover it was very neatly cut almost all the way along the long side, not too far away from the mag strip. Fortunately, the badge reader didn't fuss, and neither did the guy at security when I wandered down for a replacement.