"We got another one!"

"We got another one!" I shouted to my brother.  We live in a very remote area with little to no neighbors and every two weeks we receive a package.  Inside these packages are human beings, one in every package.  The human beings are not a surprise to me as they are a part of me and my brothers jobs.  The people that come packaged are alive and they are escaped convicts.  My brother and I help them get themselves back on to their feet.  We help them by giving them a few changes of clothes and a few meals.  Then we send them to the next stop on this "underground railroad" of sorts.  Now this "underground railroad" reintegrates these convicts into society under a new identity and lets them get a new start.  Now the convicts were wrongly accused according to my sources and trust me my sources are extremely reliable.