Catapult moves in the shadows with the strut of a notorious gunslinger and reads cross-winds like a circling hawk. Place Catapult at long ranges with her Phase Chamber primed, sniper rifle cocked and license-to-terminate activated; she’ll drop her mark grill-down in the dirt for keeps. A mysterious loner, the only trace this Autobot leaves is a tag scratched into every ‘Con she dispatches to the scrapyard.