"Check with the doorman and check their IDs.  I'm not talking about driver's licenses here but rather business cards.  Very specific ones that are handed out to the guests that we allow in the Sanctuary."<br/><br/>Micheal reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a crisp, white business card.  On the front of it was printed a drama mask, much like some of those the people wore down in the Sanctuary.  He flipped it over to show her a faint bump that had been implanted into the back of the business card.<br/><br/>"Each of these is tagged and keyed to a certain person.  They are actually made of a thin, resilient plastic and are electronically coded.  They are notoriously hard to fake too.  We only give them to paying clients and take them back when they leave Sanctuary.  We have a photo ID system that the doorman handles but once they come into the club, you must make sure they have been issued these. Or they don't get in.  Understand?"