A week after the Prime Minister's announcement of his categorical refusal to step down has brought tens of thousands of protesters onto the streets of capital.

Another demonstration outside parliament was dispersed by police, but the disgruntled protesters are coming out again and again. The confrontation between politicians from the ruling party who support the corrupt Prime Minister and those who consider his rule illegitimate continues unabated.

The gray plinth on the parliament building is gradually turning black. Late in the evening, some of the demonstrators, who have converged in their thousands on the square outside the parliament, write slogans on the stone. At night, the police drive the protesters out, and in the early morning, utility workers paint over the written slogans with black spray paint. And so on in a circle.

Task Force 141 is brought in to assist the police and SWAT. The protesters throw firecrackers and fireworks at the riot police. The police respond with water cannons and tear gas capsules. And where at night the police chased the demonstrators away, even in the daytime it stings in the eyes. The protesters' demands do not change: new elections.

Although most of Task Force 141 deep down agreed with the protesters' demands, they were clearly following orders. Duty is duty.

As Simon tries to chase a couple of protesters away from the parliament building who looked to be barely eighteen, his intercom comes to life.

"Ghost," Price shouts hoarsely, her voice mingling with the cacophony of protest. "Help Soap and Gaz."

Simon searches the crowd for a glimpse of his teammates. "It's just one girl, Cap," he grumbles.

"That one girl is kicking our asses," Sope replies instead of Price, his voice breathless.