Spotting alternate ways in is easy--the current occupants seem to believe that maintenance of structural integrity is Someone Else's Problem, and although it was originally situated with some tactically cleared spaces around it, this is a space station and squatters have long since swooped in to use as much available room as they can. So indirect paths into the building abound--and the upper deck is easily reached if you're willing to risk clambering over some rickety shacks on the way.<br/><br/>Doing so without being spotted? Or worse, heard? Is much more challenging, even though the goons out front are making plenty of noise themselves.<br/><br/>Still, you gain the gaping hole where an armored shutter used to fit over someone's office window before anyone down there thinks to look in the right direction, so they're on alert but expecting someone further out causing the trouble.  The tiny office beyond...well, probably not that tiny by the standards of station security, but it's not big enough for the three workstations that were once crammed in here, if the desk configuration is any clue. Trash strewn, battered...a strange weak point to leave.  But who can fathom the ways and wiles of the likes of Vacuum Rats?<br/><br/>The door slides open, although you have to put your back into it. Peering through you can see the short hallway beyond runs to your right and then makes a turn to the left.<br/><br/>